I've been asking myself this question a bit lately... Why do people lie? What is the point of it? Why is it obvious when people are lying? Why do they continue to do it? Do they feel as if they are "on the run" from everyday reality, in a sense?
I live with a pathological liar. This sad example of humanity does
nothing but watch TV in the room above me all day. She is completely devoid of a mind of her own, because she has turned it into a lie-machine to get her anything she wants, though at the price of others respecting her. Here's how you can tell someone is lying to your face: 1. Their voice gets louder than yours, in an attempt to drown you out should you bring up any evidence against them. 2. They attempt to leave the scene where you have confronted them as soon as possible. 3. They attempt to ridicule you. 4. They emanate an aura of anxiety and distrust for a long time after having lied, making sure you don't dare approach them asking more questions.
Now, some people are better liars than others. Maybe people who started earlier still have their methods from when they were young, so it's a little more obvious than those who caught on later in life. I know this, because this person I am talking about would lie to get me into trouble for things I didn't do for most of my childhood. I had another "friend" in high school who couldn't complete a single sentence without lying about something, and by this time I saw it as a genuine mental disease. People who lie often are usually the ones "debunking" anyone with an amazing story to tell. But, sometimes they have picked up on something with truth to it, and thus run it into the ground, making it completely unbelievable because of who it's coming from. I realized lying itself was a necessary part of maintaining a day job: You must lie to yourself and say you enjoy it in order to will yourself to return. Whose lies are we living on?
Back to the pathological liar in my house: This person, when being blamed for something they are entirely responsible for, will do every single thing they can to avoid taking blame. They simply can't see a world in which they are ever wrong or guilty for anything, therefore it is the accuser who is actually guilty of the crime, in their mind. In strange cases, when someone besides them is being blamed for something that is indeed their fault, the liar will attempt to divert blame from this person onto an invisible person who is actually causing all of the trouble. If someone else is being blamed for something the liar has done, they will stay quiet and show all the "signs" I listed above.
The second pathological liar I met was actually abused when he was young, which is very different from the person I'm living with, who has rebelled against everything in sight for no reason other than the fact that it
isn't her, so she doesn't care what happens to it. The male liar is different. He has different "signs" to show that he is lying: 1. He will not blink or falter once in his recollection of an event which didn't actually happen. 2. He will look you straight in the eye and lie to you (but if you stare back long enough, you will notice that he will look away first). 3. After having lied, he will change the subject, in order to avoid being caught adding or forgetting a detail from his original lie. 4. He will only put out a positive, friendly vibe whilst lying to you, and never show any signs of "thinking" or "rationalizing", it is all stemming from a creative center in the mind, yet with the intention to deceive in order to create a false reality around this person. It will be a constant flow of lies entering your mind, sometimes this will dissociate
you from reality just by listening, especially if you aren't aware that they are lying.
I still have my question. What is the purpose of "lying"? Why are we capable of doing this feat of creative thought? Is this what the mind does when it has no artistic output? I think people who lie are more likely to believe the lies of others, like they're playing a little game with eachother without really being aware of it (maybe on some level, but the liar
seemingly believes that what ever comes out of someone else's mouth is the gospel truth, while their version of reality is inadequate to meet the status quo so they must make up things about themselves to match the experience of someone else).
From my experience, lies and secrecy are a direct gateway to pain and loss. I lied about my drug use to my now ex-girlfriend (as of 2006) and it ended our friendship and our relationship. It wasn't the drug use, it was the fact that I lied about it. I haven't been able to love anyone or keep a very close friend since. I don't trust myself enough to have someone else find me of any worth. I have taken it upon myself to tell the truth as often as I possibly can, and being around people who must lie to themselves and everyone around them is proving to be a dreadful experience, since I then have to cover up things about myself (such as my esoteric interests at this point in time) to deflect any hatred coming my way. They (one person, at least) are just waiting for an opportunity to call
me crazy and have me exiled. I guess lies are like a shield that protects the self, yet veils it from light at the same time...
Put on your best crocodile smile and serve me up a batch of shit-talk.