How I know I am a bad liar

I am sitting at my desk, thinking about a hypothetical situation (honestly, I’m not being coy here, it’s just an unlikely ‘what if’ train of thought) where I might choose to lie.

Remember, this is all in my head, it’s an internal conversation, it’s not going to happen, and even if it did, it’s what most people would classify as a ‘white lie’.

As I sit here, imagining the possibility of choosing to lie I can feel my cheeks get warm.
That’s right, I’m blushing at the thought of maybe someday at some point telling a white lie.

I would make SUCH a bad poker player…