Introducing lies. Lies that are told for the sake of conversation. These lies are useless either way—whether told or not, the person being told the outlandish lie really didn’t even need to know said lie in the first place. It would have made no difference either way. You got a brand new car? Great! I’m happy for you. However, if I when I see you and you’re still riding around in your ’97 Ford Taurus and I never see this “new whip”, you’ve earned a permanent side eye. Believe it.
I absolutely hate liars.
Now don’t get me wrong, we’ve all lied before. There isn’t one person that could say “I’ve never ever told a lie” because that in itself would be a lie. Right now, I’m pitifully and painfully financially broke right now and I don’t like to accept money from anyone even when I really, really need it. I’ve got pride like that. So nine times out of ten, if someone offers me money for gas or whatever, I usually decline it: “Oh I’m fine. I’ll be okay”. I know I’m lying. Family and friends that are doing the offering know I’m lying but they also know that I’m being immature and letting my pride get in the way. As a result, I’m given a pass and they slip the money in my coat pocket when I’m not looking anyway. No harm no foul.
White lies, minor slips to save face…things of that nature are all pretty common…if done in moderation. My problem, however, lies with pathological liars.
Pathological liars can’t seem to stop lying. It’s actually to the point that they are such smooth liars that they even go as far as to not only seem to not be able to stop this foolish and ridiculous lying, but also begin to believe their own lies. They’ll even contest you on some “why the Hell are you lying” shyt when confronted. Ugh!
I have this theory. It may even be true and I might have even read it somewhere in one of my psychology textbooks while in Undergrad. I don’t remember if I read it, but it is a possibility (since it seems to make so much sense in my head):
Pathological liars have a psychological problem. For these insane in the membrane © Cypress Hill lookin ass liars, I firmly believe that something happened in this liar’s childhood to make them want to block out the truth so often to the point of complete and utter ridiculousness. Something happened to these people to where reality is just not what’s really good in their lives. Ever. Furthermore, they don’t lie for sole entertainment like some of us do. They don’t lie for the reasons we do or have. They lie and not realize it. It’s like they have literally placed themselves in some sort of alternate universe of sorts. A universe where they control the distinction between truth and reality. However, since they hate reality so much, their own reality is even a lie…and they don’t really realize it. It’s all subconsciously done at this point.
These liars need to stay far-the Hell-away from me. I can’t associate myself with anyone who isn’t in this life here with me, ya know. Someone who just “doesn’t get it”. Someone who flips a switch in their heads (unbeknownst to them) on what’s fake or real. And what’s worse is…I can’t even really be too angry at these people. Why? Because in my mind, there has to be some kind of psychological explanation. It’s like a type of insanity charge or something. They can’t even really take a lie detector test because since they lie so subconsciously, they can trick the machines and not even know it. Insane, much?
All I can do is pray. And hope that these people can stop their lying. I hope that the Devil removes himself from these people and God takes over their being again. No one loves a liar. No one.