There is a fine line when attempting to tell the truth mingled with “a little white lie;” a little white lie still tells an “honest lie.” And there are “honest” people that lying has become second nature to. Lying is their first language.
“Fool me once, shame on you! Fool me twice shame on me!” Fool me a third time, shockingly, how stupid am I? Well, let’s not talk about it. It’s not that some of us are gullible, but in our defense some of us just want to believe the best in people; to believe they’ll change, that they’ll turn a new leaf…because some of us have a big heart. Or maybe we are simply gullible!
My father often admonished that if we couldn’t speak the truth then we shouldn’t speak at all. Along the same lines that if you have nothing nice to say to someone, then don’t say anything at all!
It’s bad enough to be lied to by someone you don’t know, but lied to by someone you’ve trusted, someone close—lied to by a loved one—is crushing, heartbreaking, devastating. Many liars just can’t help themselves; their lies flow easy, like turning on a faucet. And a liar doesn’t really take the time to think about the repercussions, and if they do, they immediately dismiss them.
Pathological liars are diseased with lying; they tell a lie today, and after-the-fact cry with true remorse. When they are caught, they will pour-out their hearts with the fresh pain of what they’ve done, but then tomorrow they are back to lying again.
Lying, telling “big fish” stories, usually hurts everyone involved. But worse, when the liar is caught, sadly, and most often, they will never be believed. Like the little boy who cried wolf.
So liars everywhere be warned!
We dream a life to be; we live to dream that life! (vka)