I used to think that liars were…well, just plain liars.  Now I have a different thought about them and I’ve grouped them in individual categories that feel comfortable to me.  Perhaps that’s what aging does, it allows you to see behind the mask and decide whether the action is acceptable or not even if it isn’t up to certain standards.  I don’t care for lying, I just simply accept it from almost everyone I know simply because they aren’t going to tell you the GAWD AWFUL TRUTH. Please, don’t think the whole world is lumped into that statement, there are three or four people that are exempt from it.

I don’t believe most people, regardless of what they are talking about or how they are saying it – verbal, snail mail, texting, email, or in publications on the internet and in hard copy, or on TV.  Most of it’s just Bull Shit and totally amended to suit the person doing the telling, anyway that’s how MOI perceives it.

I lied at the poker table, but not about the hands I played.  I found that if I looked right at someone and told them the truth, they never believed me and I got paid off a helluva lot of times when I had a ‘Big Duke.’  I did lie when it came to flirtatious situations and dead panned pain and agony over events that weren’t painful.  Consequently, I rarely believe/believed anyone at the poker table, no matter what the story was, and I learned that lesson from dealing with poker players in the early years.  Like: “Could I borrow $20, I need to fill a prescription for my son that’s really sick?  I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”  The son wasn’t sick, the $20 wasn’t for a prescription, and I was never getting paid back…three lies in one.

There are people that open their mouth and a lie comes out.  It’s not necessarily a harmful lie, you just know they are only fooling themselves because they aren’t fooling you.  I know a couple of them too well and have to deal with them for certain reasons that are beyond my control.

Then there are the ones that I also have to deal with that play the drama roll to the hilt and if they called me and said they were lying on the floor bleeding to death, I know they would call me back tomorrow and talk about another subject, it’s just a ruse to force me to pay attention and listen to their babble as I quiz them on, “Did you cut yourself?” – “What happened?” – “Where are you bleeding from?” – “Go to the emergency room now!!!”  The subject always gets changed and the event slips off into the netherland of ‘Cry Wolf.”

There are also liars that really, really mean, with all their heart and soul, when they tell you they will do something, they plan on doing it.  It just never gets done.  That to me is a lie also.  Most of the world is guilty of that type of lie, I’m sure I am also but I try not to be.

There’s also the placating lie, telling someone something they want to hear because you know it will get them off of your back.  I suppose I’ve done that a few times when I promised someone I would call them and make a dinner plan or something social and put it off for a year or so before doing it…perhaps I wasn’t lying?  I was just slow.

In the last 15 years, I have never severed a relationship with someone because they were a liar.  I have ended relationships with people because they lied on top of other things that I didn’t like, but not just because they lied.  Sometimes it’s kind of fun to see what lie they will come up with next…yah, I’m sick, and love to study and watch other sick people.

If I don’t believe them before they open their mouth, is it truly a lie?