I TELL LIES
Posted by Anon in Guilt on Dec 2nd, 2009 | 4 commentsI’m 100% sure that I’m a compulsive liar.
I lie to make myself look and feel better, I lie to get out of trouble, I lie to ruin people I hate and I can’t help it. I try not to lie. I tell myself ” You are going to stop telling people (insert lie I tell often here)” and then it just slips out and after I’m like “wtf, why did I say that??”.
The big problem is…I’m a really really good liar too. So I never get caught and nobody will never know cause I’ll never tell and therefor, I’ll never get help. So I will always be a liar.
I know…it’s terrible.
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I have a friend who is like you, but he’s not a good liar at all, so he have us friends putting him back on the line :P
sucks doesn’t it. I was also a compulsive liar for at least a good ten years of my life. It was amazing the life I lived. – Supposedly. At least for me, it was sort of a low self esteem issue. It wasn’t that I didn’t have friends, but I guess I always needed a story,or to make myself sound interesting so that others would like me.
Here’s the problem. If you are making yourself up to be something that you really aren’t, then what you’ve actually done is surrounded yourself by people that you think like you. That’s an issue. When I lied I had tons of friends surrounding me with the same talents and skills, the same good luck and certainly (almost) as much stuff as I had.
What a joke. Thank God, I was saved. – Not by religion, although I would like to say I’m a good Christian, but I was saved by a real friend. (And no, I’m not gay) Not the kind you find by making crap up about yourself to like you, but someone who saw right through my supposed awesome bs and broke me down so comically that it was sad. – For the comment from capitan… keep pestering your friend until he stops. – He’ll eventually break…
So here was my end result. It took a long time. – It even took me going back to some folks that I ran into often, taking them out to lunch, and telling them what a bullshitter I really was. – I don’t see those people any longer.
I found my new friend nearly twenty years ago and I haven’t lied since. – There’s no need to. Now, I’m surrounded by real friends who actually like me for who I am. – It’s also amazing that when you can honestly say you aren’t as good as someone else, or you don’t know as much, how they become better friends and often teach you.
This last weekend I spent it with my friends in the desert. – More than twenty of us. – Yes I’m a little old to be dirt bike riding, but I love life. – I only love life because of my friends, and as always, I often have groups of friends hanging outside my trailer waiting for me to finish breakfast or just hang, just to see me. – No BS.
Do yourself a favor. – Be honest. People in this world are already messed up. Beleive me, if you told your dorked out stories instead of the awesome ones you make up, you will come across more interesting.
Good luck.
Whoa. Are you me?
Seriously, I’m exactly the same way. I’ve been lying since I was a little girl, but back then it was funny stuff. I remember once I told my mom my teacher brought a monkey to school and I told it in a way that was so believable, she totally believed me. But then I told her it wasn’t true. Since then, whenever I’d tell her something, she’s always ask me if it was fact or fiction haha.
But as I got older, the lies got more serious and more frequent. In the ninth grade I told my friends that I’d smoked weed and gotten drunk before, and had these vivid “memories” I’d tell them that had them shocked and laughing. They believed every word of it! Though since then, I’ve really gotten high and really gotten drunk so I don’t need to lie anymore.
When I came online, for awhile I didn’t lie so drastically. It would be something little like someone would ask me what I had for breakfast and I’d say eggs when I had cereal. It just came out so naturally that it was almost as if it were the truth. But then when I got into a current fandom I’m in, I created a whole new identity for myself, including a new name, age, and life. Even my location! I’ve told myself to stop lying, and to just not bring it up again (because honestly, I’m the one always bringing it up anyways. It’s not like they really care). But then someone says something and there I go before I know it coming up with this entire situation to relate to theirs and it comes off completely natural as always.
I used to consider this a fault or a flaw, because come on, being a compulsive liar is nothing to be proud of. But then I got to thinking and, I don’t think it is a flaw or a fault. Some people like you and I have these vivid imaginations that is very easy for us to get lost in, and you know what? So what? As long as we’re happy, who cares if we lie? It’s as much a part of us as honesty is a part of others.
But that’s also something even funnier. With me, and with how much I lie, I’m probably the most unapologetically honest person out there. I tend to not really care about people’s feelings, which isn’t by choice because I just simply don’t feel bad, so say if someone asks me if they look okay and they look like crap, I’ll tell them they look like crap. So here I am, a walking contradiction. lmao!
I have the same problem I lie all the time even if I don’t want to. And since I’m so good at it I never get caught. I hate that I lie so much but I just CAN’T STOP!