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From my basic observation, there appears to be three different types of liars.
One type uses lying as a shield, to protect either themselves or someone else of the pain that may come with a certain discovery. Call these people type (B) liars. The common liar. I fall into this category.
The type (A) liar uses the lie as a weapon, a means to inflict pain or to gain an advantage in a fight.
In a conflict, winning is the priority. The means by which the battle is won is 'whatever it takes', so false accusation is permissible to the type (A) liar.
Then there is a third category. The type (C) liars. Recreational or pathological liars. Lying will occur where no threat exists. Reality, it seems is just not interesting enough, so a new version gets fabricated. These Liars take lying to a whole new level in their comitment to edit and photoshop the reality they don't want to accept by taking on a role that is consistent with their preferred reality.
They will purposely blur facts and misrepresent the truth to suit there fancy. Truth is preached and parroted, but dropped at the earliest convenience.
A Type C liar will also use Type A and type B lying if a conflict arises.
To a liar there are two types of lies.
- ones that aren't true
- ones they wish weren't true.
Devious Journal Entry
Stopping at a bluff overlooking the river, to lose himself in the melody of her song, and the light of the sun bouncing of her rippling surface, he picked his nose. Rolling the snot between his fingers, he fell deep in thought. He found his mind wander to thoughts of Jesus. Did some people get high to connect with this world class Deity? Why was he so popular?
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a folded piece of paper. On the page were written a list of fresh phone numbers belonging to cute real estate agents he had seen on bill boards. He had already been with a handful since collecting them.
Ripping up the page he let those numbe
Devious Journal Entry
A life from the past. My inspiration is a painting that belonged to my grandma:
You are the one who's heart is far
It took so long to find us where we are
To hide my love that we do not share
I avoid your eyes like I just don't care
We were friends in a life long passed
And a story it was that was done too fast.
A time when I knew I could just be me
Not trying to impress, just sipping our tea
Our work was hard, but our love was so sweet
We used the same plate and sat on the same seat.
Our tent had a rip from where a tree fell
Life in the highlands, just me and my gal.
Eventually we built a house on a farm
Got a white goose to add to the
Loves tragedy
And one day, we will figure out how much we could have loved each other during the half lifetime we spent together, but not until those years are long over and the other is out of reach.
From a distance we will have the perspective to understand what could have been and what it would have taken on our parts and not just the other.
Devious Journal Entry
Happy Valentine's Day to the man with one of the biggest hearts I know. I'm grateful for the friendship we shared in the past and for your perseverance during the hard times. Keep sharing your gift with those you meet. I know what it's like to have conflicting feelings. To be at war with myself, to feel like something is broken, to want to just be able to function with the world around me without that strange disconnect, and I know that your struggles have been real for you also. I also know that from your struggles to love yourself fully you have wanted to impart comfort and clarity to others who are trying to figure it out. I'm so sorry fo
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