Liars are the worst people.

I used to lie a little.
But I've never lied to the people I respect.
In fact, I rarely lie anymore.
Usually, I'm lying only to help someone else maintain their lie.
Which is a crappy thing to ask of me.

I like telling the truth.
To quote Plath: "I do it so it feels like Hell. I do it so it feels real."
I'm no saint, but I do prefer the truth...regardless of brutality.

I don't like a smooth-sailing life.
I like a messy and bumpy life instead.
I hate people, and I like hurting their feelings.
And how do you hurt their feelings?
By telling the truth!

I don't usually keep in contact with people.
But when I do, I'd like them to be honest and real with me.
It's easy to keep frieds, but it's not so easy to keep liars.
Liars live in a fantasy world, where everything is fine.
That the very idea of something going wrong repulses them.
That, somehow, telling the truth bores them. (insert Pathology)

Once I spot a liar telling a lie.
Trust is instantly killed.
Come to think of it, the last person I ever truly trusted, and knew they weren't lying to me, even if it's to make me feel better....was 20 years.

Liars do not make good friends, I've tried that.
It always bugs me that they probably aren't being honest with me.
And it always builds up, until I eventually lay waste to the friendship.

For better or for worse; I must protect myself and assure my own safety.