You lie to save yourself from being embarrassed and regret it for the rest of your life.
Here's what I have for you.
Embarrassment is the worst. It’s the feeling of having your entire body go numb and not knowing what to do with yourself for that one moment.
— Miley Cyrus
It happened first in mid-2022. I was excited to learn to ride a bike. My gut said go for it. So I woke up early and grabbed the keys.
My courage was at its peak, as if I already knew everything about riding a bike, but the truth was, I didn’t know how to ride a bicycle yet.
I was totally naive in making a balance on wheels. Still, I started the engine with the instructions my uncle gave me. I pushed the start button while holding the clutch, and it started.
Then I slowly released the clutch, and the bike began to move forward. I was afraid of falling, yet in excitement, I kept my feet on the ground and proceeded with the bike.
There’s a bridge near my house, where I went with my bike, keeping my feet on the ground. It was so funny to see me riding a bike and running together.
For four to five days, I kept riding and running. I was afraid to change gears because to do that, I had to lift my feet in the air.
The next day, with courage, I decided to keep my feet up and maintain the balance. I tried, and it happened for a moment, but within a moment, my feet were again on the ground. I desperately tried again and again.
Finally, I was on air. I learned how to ride a bike. I slowly tried shifting gears. It worked. But after a week of riding smoothly, I fell.
Another person with his bike was ahead of me, and I was at a speed of 40. Suddenly, he used the brake, and I didn’t know how to use the front brakes well, plus there was water spilt on the road. I held that front brake so tightly, and in a second, I was on the ground with blood on my knees and elbows. I fell so hard.
People on the sidewalk picked me up and blamed the other guy, but I told them it was my fault. Then I picked up my bike, started the engine with the kick start and came back home.
This was the first accident that happened to me, but it didn’t leave me embarrassed because I had an excuse that I was learning to ride.
I had many accidents while learning to ride a bike that I am embarrassed about. I won’t discuss all of them here, but there’s one I will regret my whole life.
You lie to save yourself from being embarrassed.
My uncle runs a jewellery business where I help him by doing what he asks me to do. One day, he asked me to deliver some of the jewellery to the market. I took the bike out of the garage, started the engine and went on the mission.
In between, I had to make some calls to the person I needed to deliver to. So I stopped on the side and made a call to ask where the delivery had to be made.
When I got the exact address, I started the engine and proceeded further. On the way, I had to cross the road to move to the opposite side and in between, there are some cemented barricades. With full audacity, as if I were a superhero, I moved and boom…
I hit the side of one of the barricades in the middle. My right leg ankle got smashed, and I heard the sound of bone cracking. Thanks to God, I was stable in the moment. I stopped and put water on my ankle. Blood was flowing like water, but I didn’t give up.
I started my bike and went to that address. I delivered the jewellery and asked them to help me with first aid. I put on some chemicals and a bandage. The pain was unspoken. It felt like someone was smashing my ankle with a hammer again and again.
Putting too much pressure on the injured area, I kick-started my bike and proceeded home. On the way, I put myself into thinking. My brain was having questions. What will I tell my uncle about the injury? What will they tell me? Will they scold me or restrict me? What the hell will happen? I started having visions.
The other side of my brain was thinking differently. I was thinking about lying and came up with a story that would save me from being embarrassed. My imagination was on a next level. I narrated the lie I was about to say at home in my mind.
The lie was: I was in traffic waiting for the signal to go green, but suddenly a biker with high speed came over and touched my ankle standing on the ground with his bike's front tyre. The heat of the tyre did this to me.
I said this exactly when I was home.
My uncle and other family members started blaming the biker and yelled, “How the hell was he driving?”
I firmly said, “It wasn’t his fault.” I felt sorry for the biker from my imagination.
But I was saved from embarrassment. My lie story saved me. Still, that lie was killing me. I asked myself every day why I lied. As the days passed, everyone forgot, but the guilt stayed.
I didn’t know I had to pay for this. After that incident, I have dealt with many small and big accidents. It’s like, I am paying for that lie.
What I have for you.
You know you make 1440 decisions in a single day on average? Which means you make choices every minute. And many times those choices suck. The lie I came up with saved me from embarrassment, but cost me regret for the rest of my life.
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I love this how this story pulls you right in, it’s raw, honest, and deeply human. The way you tied a simple bike lesson to the psychology of decision-making is powerful. Everyone’s had that moment, the quick lie, the tiny escape that lingers as quiet guilt. You didn’t just tell a story about falling off a bike; you showed how we fall in character and what it costs to get back up.
Do you think that guilt ever really fades, or does it just become part of how we steer differently next time?