Too honest

I sometimes slightly wish that I wasn't so honest. Seriously, I may have the most devious intentions, but when someone actually asks me something, out comes the exact truth....generally. My supervisor here asked, 'so, how's it going?' and I said, 'well, I'm worried I'm working a little too slow.' Seriously, Nicole?? Why would you bring that to someone's attention? Plus, maybe then I wouldn't be such an open book: two people today (one homeless person on the street, and one person walking down the hallway at work) told me basically that I look sad, and I should cheer up. (I get that a lot, and I'm not sad at all; that's just the look on my face when nothing's happening...well, plus when I'm bored senseless.) When I was at my brother's for Yom Kippur, I did a total faux pas too that I've been obsessing about. There were a couple of couples with kids and my brother and I all talking. My brother asked if I saw bla bla bla..whose birthday was that day. I said, "oh, the really cute one?" The parents of "the other one(s) shot each other a look. Too late to back pedal, but D'OH!!! I mean, their kid was super cute too, but it just came out wrong. Well, I think I'm going to leave 15 minutes early, so I should go spend ten minutes getting ready to leave, so it's practically time to go right now (just like I have the morning time trick, I have the afternoon time trick).