I Hate Lying Liars

"I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.”

~Friedrich Nietzsche~

I don't understand how some people can live with themselves.  Do they have so little self-esteem that they have to lie about their participation in the lives of others because they have no life of their own?  To take credit for work others do because they do no work themselves?  To make up events in their own lives to feel important because they have such a low opinion of themselves?  To call someone a friend who isn't really a friend because they are friendless?


What kind of person makes up stories about having been part of the military during a war when, in fact, they were not?  Are they so needy to "belong" that they have to spit in the collective faces of those who HAVE served?  There is no shame in not having served and there is absolutely no good reason for lying about it.


What is the point of telling others that all the women in the group you were with once or twice a couple of years apart fought over you?  Do you have such a low opinion of yourself that you have to tell despicable lies about others to make yourself feel like a big man?  Is your ego worth the reputations of others?

All of the above, I can attribute to one person.  I used to tolerate this man but no longer.  I have always said that rudeness and disrespect are the top two things on my list of things I can't stand.  This person may have been polite in spreading his lies but there is no respect in such an action.

I decide what kind of people I want around me and none of those people have any of the charactistics of this deceitful liar.  I choose people who are honest, upright, uplifting and optimistic to be in my close circle of friends.  I don't care to have negativity in any sense invade my life.


I love my REAL friends.