I am a liar.

The world doesn’t like that.

I get it.

I don’t care.

I don’t lie to hurt anyone.

A lie of mine has once hurt a person. Not the content. Just the fact that I lied. I don’t feel sorry. If it had been the content, I would have felt sorry. That lie still bites me in the ass once in a while. It only reminds me of my mistake. Which was confiding in another person that I had lied. Won’t happen again.

Some lies are big. Big lies need a lot of maintainance. You have to incorporate them in your life so firmly that you only faintly are aware yourself they are lies.

The small lies most often need less maintainance. It depends on to whom you tell them. And under which circumstances.

The subject of my lies are various.

I have lied to every one I have ever known long enough to need to tell anything about me. Not including bus drivers and people I meet for non conective reasons.

I’ve mostly stopped creating big lies. I’ve got enough to support by now. Big lies should not be used without a good reason. You don’t want to have to support lies that aren’t worth it.

I don’t lie all the time.

I am not an evil person.

And contrary to what you might think, I am actualy quite trustworthy.

And a good friend.

And a good ofspring. 

And a good parent.

I don’t teach my offspring to lie. I know they will though. We all have.

We paint our lies as White.

And give ourselves great resons as to why.

If anybody ever reads this I will get comments from people who say they don’t lie. They are lying.

Their lies might not be up to my scale. But they have lied. No doubt about it.

We all know that.

A few will admit it. It is not accepted.

So guilt builds up inside. Cause we can’t just admit we lied and get forgiven for our transgressions. Not unless we are writers or actors.

I am a writer. When I write a story I use skills from my life as a liar to make it good. I know what I can get away with in a story line, and what not. I am quite a successfull writer. Sometimes I will find a stranger and try a story on him by saying it is mine. If he buys it and is drawn in by it, it will be success. I’ve acctually been accused by a person of having stolen a story because he had met someone who had met someone it had happened to. The someone was me.

Which brings me to the most common lie. Urban myths. A friend of a friend told me and it’s true.

That’s all for now.