Liar Liar, Pants on fire!

So, I wake up a few days ago to see my Ex-Girlfriend sitting on the couch next to me. Naturally, I swear cause she has just scared the piss out of me. Right?

Well.

She came to tell me some more truths she had never told me about our relationship. More importantly, the truth to the rest of the lies she told me and never revealed them. Everything about her I once knew was fake. Everything. Car accidents, Boyfriends, Parents, Drug addictions, blah blah blah. What the hell was she thinking?

What does anyone think when they lie? The answer is “Oh shit.” Often the only times I lie are when I’m scared/startled/extremely nervous I’m gonna hurt someone. But why? What’s the point of lying? From that point on, you’re screwed.  You walk up to a person and tell them your mother is sick, if you and that person ever become anything, you have to create the entire sickness, recovery, and hope that (s)he never asks your mother about it.  Every lie you create, you have to make 5 more to cover it up. And for each of those, 5 more. That’s why it’s called a web of lies. Very quickly, you begin to BELIEVE you’re lies. You won’t accept when they find out. You’re too afraid to reveal the horrible truth that you’d rather continue to try to hide behind your web. Thus ending any chance you ever had. The trust is gone. Nobody can relate to you, because nobody knows who YOU ARE. You lose your friends. You lose your FAMILY. You lose EVERYTHING. And you wonder, why? Why does this always happen to me?

The truth hurts. But it’s honesty that’s the key. If you’re honest, you’ll be trusted. You will be called upon if help is needed, others will allow you to call upon THEM when YOU need it. When you’re out of money, a friend will give an honest friend money because he’ll pay them back, or maybe not even ask to pay them back because friends often do that for each other. Because friends will pay each other back at some point. buying dinner, paying for gas, offering to drive around, or ride around. That’s what friends do. And if all your concerned about is getting your 5 dollars back, when another friend just paid 40 bucks for a night of entertainment for you and others. what kind of friendship is that? It’s not a very healthy one, that’s for damn sure.

I hate lying.  I’m as honest as I can be. I used to constantly lie. To myself, to others. It’s damn near killed me too. Now, I’m honest. I bite my tongue sure, but that’s not lying.  Lying is giving false information. If you ask me something, I’ll tell you. I won’t avoid it.  If you say, “Am I sexy?” or something, it’ll be extremely uncomfortable, but I will answer honestly.  “Yes, but that’s not a bad thing and that doesn’t mean I’m gonna try to pursue you” or maybe “No, but that’s just cause I have picky tastes.” or “¿Que? i Lo ciento, no hablo español !” Ya know. Honesty.

Would you rather Generate your own reality behind a web of lies my friends? Or be honest. No doubt honesty can hurt. But if you’re not ready for the honest answer, don’t ask the damned question.  If you’re not ready to hear anything other then what you WANT to hear, don’t ask.  And if you’re going to hold onto the lies you’ve entangled in your wicked web, don’t bother talking to me.

“Oh what a tangled web we weave.”

– James
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