we all tell ourselves little lies...maybe about who we are...maybe about other people...most of the time these lies are just props to get us by for a short time...eventually, they help us get to the truth about ourselves...and others...sometimes these lies end up crippling us...or turn into cages...the worst lies are the ones that others make up for us...and we accept them without question...they become cheap suits that fall apart upon the most cursory inspection...
all of this is prelude to me coming across someone today who's whole life is nothing but falsehood...i know people like this exist outside of books and movies, but to come to know one personally...that's still a little mind blowing...
it takes balls...or more pleasantly, chutzpah...to present yourself to the world...when everything about your presentation is fraudulent, fake, and illusory...and never once blinking, stuttering, or wavering...as if no one will ever see through you and find out the truth...
knowing the truth, my first reaction is to be immensely entertained...when the laughter subsides...i don't know how i feel about this person...scorn is appropriate...respect is taboo...mostly, i'm just curious about the psychological logistics of how this kind of person works...
and you can be sure i'll find a way to write about such a character...
