I like books.


I live in a small town and enjoy writing about the inhabitants. I spend most of my time perusing through used book stores looking for that one great book that I don't have; consequently, I have rooms filled with books. I am a book addict.

Thursday, August 04, 2005


I have a friend, well more like an acquaintance no I guess a little more than an acquaintance, anyway, he is a pathological liar. I wonder why he lies. Could it be, that his life is so boring, so normal, that he needs to create these lies to sound interesting? That is my guess, the interesting thing, but then nothing is ever that simple.

His latest was a huge lie, and I fell for it hook, line, and sinker. In my anger at his alleged mistreatment, I called the news stations to get them on his story, to get them to help him and they informed me, it never happened, the whopper was the one that got away. It was the made up lie and now I am thinking every single thing the guy has ever told me is a lie.

His need to be the hero, the man who does the disgusting to save the whole, the man who was dying, the man who had many tales of horror that he brought back from the desert, and how he was the hero, is all made up.

He showed his medals, built his own website and he looked so handsome, now I learned that his medals are not even on in the position they are suppose to go. I say to my “expert in military etiquette” friend, medals go on a special way, he says sure. I say, why are these not on correctly, he says his guess, the guy didn’t earn them, was careless in his lie.

See, they always do that. In their eagerness to create this perfect scene they lie and they always do one tiny little thing that someone will pick up on. Someone like me who has an aporia and asks, why? My aporia now is why does he lie, why does he do that and how can I make him better?


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