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Published on October 6, 2007 By dharmagrl In Misc

I have a pretty good 'gut' instinct.  I know when someone isn't being totally truthful with me; when they're not all that they claim to be - and when they're fabricating things that they've done and places that they've been.

I've had my eye on someone in my life for a while now.  They started off small, with little white lies here and there, intermingled with truth so as to disguise them better.  When people didn't notice - or didn't call them out on them - the lies got bigger.  Bigger, and more elaborate. 

I think that sometimes liars get caught up in their own bullshit.  They start believing themselves.  If you've done something, they've done it better than you, and more times too.  You cannot tell them anything, they cannot stand for you to appear better than they are. The thing is, the bigger and more elaborate the lie, the more opportunities there are for the liar to be caught out.  Tripped up.  Busted.

I've caught the person I'm writing about and thinking of a couple of times.  I haven't said anything about it, and I don't believe they know that I'm on to them. No, I take that back, I've said something about it once, but I don't think they caught it.  Actually, I think it's very apparent that they DON'T know, because the lies and untruths and exaggerations just keep on coming.  I can see right through them, right through the bullshit they've been spewing left and right.  How they can think some of the things they say credible I do not know, some of it is so unvelieveable that they must think me to be a total idiot.

I'm not an idiot. 

I can see right through them.  As Severus Snape said when he thought Harry Potter and gang were stealing from his stores and brewing Polyjuice Potion: Don't.  Lie. To me.

Seriously.  Stop lying to me.  I'm not stupid, I KNOW that you're not being truthful.  I don't know why you feel the need to make all this stuff up; why you can't be content with just being 'you'.  I'd think you far more interesting a person if you'd just stop all of this fibbing.  As it is, you're just boring - and unworthy of any more of my time.

You know who you are.


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on Oct 12, 2007
even though it's locked, I'm just commenting so I can come back and find it again
on Oct 23, 2007
guess it's like the owl said ... the world may never know
on Oct 23, 2007
guess it's like the owl said ... the world may never know


18 licks to get to the center...at least that's what I got once...

~Zoo
on Oct 25, 2007
18 licks to get to the center


I gave one to my dog once to try and count how many licks it took. I could never resist biting. Turns out, neither could he.
on Oct 25, 2007
I gave one to my dog once to try and count how many licks it took. I could never resist biting. Turns out, neither could he.


I hope that was the tootsie pop and not your hand.
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