I can’t stand people who lie.
No wait—I can’t stand people who lie…BADLY. Everyone is a liar to a degree, but I find those who lie more, tend to be bad at it. It’s like the more consistent the lie, the worse the lie, the more transparent the lie. And there’s nothing worse than a transparently bad liar, because not only is the bad lie an insult to one as a person, but the fact that the lie is so transparent is insult to ones intelligence.
I find it embarrassing when people lie…BADLY. You have this bitch looking stupid for telling tall tales, and you have me FEELING stupid for not calling a bitch out on a stupid lie. I want to call you out on the field and tell you your ass is grass for being a shitty liar–honest I do, but instead I find myself standing there nodding, and in a way lying in return like I believe, when I swear to GAWD I don’t. The lie splashes on me and I’m looking at you going, “Why are you pissing on my leg and telling me it’s raining?”—The problem being that bad liars have a tendency to think they are good liars.
They say you can’t bullshit a bullshitter. Then again, they also say, show me a someone who doesn’t trust anyone, and I’ll show you a person who CAN’T be trusted.
SOOOooo, I try to give the benefit of the doubt.
But I say if your ass is gonna lie. Make it worth my time. Tell me a good lie.