*gulp*...there goes my pride

I create dilemmas for myself. I have a tendency to blag things I don't know, and to bull***t the rest to fill in the gaps. It works for me as well, because I'm fairly well known for having an ecclectic general knowledge, so no one questions what I say if I do make it up. That is, no one of my own age questions what I say. Which is how I get myself into such trouble, I don't know when to stop.

In a history lesson a few weeks back, my teacher happened to mention that he liked The Smiths. I don't know much about The Smiths, I had listened to 'How soon is now?', but to be honest that was only because it's the title track to Charmed which I quite enjoyed when I was younger. But, me being me, I decided to play with this the best I could. From the one song I'd listened to I'd decided that they were very cool, and my teacher was not, and this was to be pointed out. I made a very big deal out of it, to the point where I used the phrase 'I feel like you're raping my culture'. When you use rape in a metaphor for something you like, there's no going back. For the following weeks I then had to completely blag my way through every lesson, pretending I'd listened to more of them than I had, because as I hadn't anticipated, my teacher wouldn't let it drop. I tried moving the subject onto The Cure (who are very much like The Smiths, and who I do actually listen to) but to no avail.

I thought I'd gotten away with it, until we came to the point where we were studying the Cuban missile crisis and he wrote the words 'If not love then its the bomb that will bring us together' on the board, and stated to the class 'and if you want to annoy her, then use this in your poster'. They were lyrics, but to what I didn't know. He'd been waiting for this section purely to catch me out. I was duped.

The trouble is, I actually liked what I'd heard of them before, now I associate them with my teacher. None the less, I've come home, looked them up, abused youtube considerably, and deliberated that I really do like the music. So what do I do now? Do I go in quoting and singing all the songs I can remember, pretending that I knew all along? Or do I swallow my pride and admit I never really knew them before, but I really like them now (even ordered a cd)? Does that make it his influence which pushed me into it?

My pride was lost long ago, probably about the same time as I started trying to conserve it by never admitting I didn't know something. And if not then, then certainly the lesson I didn't know the lyrics he was quoting. Perhaps if i keep my head down, he'll forget, I'll never have to say anything and I can conserve what little prideI have left....
*gulp* oh wait....never mind.