I have an overwhelming compulsion to tell the truth.
It sounds quite nice, quite honorable and worthy. When you really think about it, its an unconventional curse. For example, a conversation with my late girlfriend.
'So, how do I look?'
'...Please, please don't make me answer.'
'Seriously,' giggle 'what do I look like?'
'Mutton not quite managing to look like a lamb. Your over-relience on make-up and jewelry, coupled with unflattering colthes creates the image of someone who wants to try hard, but can't be bothered.'
'I told you not to ask.'