Falsus in Unum, Falsus in Omnibus
Posted By: J.M.B | April 2, 2010 | 3 comments
Everybody lies. Most likely because to tell the truth would be awkward, uncomfortable, damning or less interesting. I’m a liar. I play poker- I gotta be. Lucky for me I grew up a good one. You see, when we’re children, our lying skills develop according to our need for approval, or sense of danger. Over the years, lies become more serious, almost mandatory, in situations involving our parents, teachers, or coaches. It’s just common sense.
“Did you kick your sister, Billy?” No, she kicked me. “Did you do your homework, Jack?” Yea, but I left it at home. “Why weren’t you at practice, Susie?” I was really sick. “Did you use my credit card, Jessica?” No, I don’t know what you’re talking about. (Last one wasn’t about me, I swear….ok yea it was.)
The point is, it’s easy and natural to lie if it means avoiding getting shit for something. Unfortunately, during adolesence, we start to add friends and significant others to the list. The need for approval and percieved innocence is a whole different ball game. All of a sudden, you’re lying to your friends about gossiping behind their backs… Or you’re telling your girlfriend that you never hooked up with that girl in Chemistry when in fact, it was the first time you went down on a chick… Shit’s serious, man. And for alot of people, lying just becomes a habit, otherwise known as being a Compulsive Liar.
Compulsive Liars (aka Habitual, or Chronic Liars) lie just ’cause that’s what they’re used to. Sometimes they do it for no reason, and think nothing of it. These are the people who have perfected the art, and who lie about stupid shit, too. These are the douchebags who get by avoiding the truth most of the time, just because the truth is inconvenient or boring for them. Trust me, you know at least one if not a few… Sometimes it’s obvious, and sometimes it’s not. Sucks, huh? You never know whose ass to kick, or who to cut out of your life. They aren’t sick people- they’re people who grew up avoiding consequences more than the average Joe probably because their parents were a**holes. I mean- makes sense, no? No doubt habits are hard to break, but as we all know- it’s doable. The sick son-of-a-bitches are Pathological Liars.
These guys are just plain mental. The Pathological Liar is born with a shit conscience. They’re selfish and manipulative, and should be avoided at all costs. Granted, the trait is more often than not associated with a more serious mental ish, but… whatever they still suck. PL’s don’t give a F*CK about you. If it would benefit them or get them what they want, they gon’ lie about it. Classic example; Scott Peterson. That dude killed his pregnant wife and then was like “Nah wasn’t me.” Meanwhile, his sideline bitch, Amber Frey didn’t even know he was married in the first place. Totally works out for him- getting away with murder and starting fresh with a new chick he can manipulate. Waytob, Scotty. FAIL. He’s on death row now thanks to one very important concept acknowledged by the legal system- “Falsus in unum, falsus in omnibus” (Latin for “Lie about one thing, lie about everything.”) Do you think Lacy had any idea when she got engaged that her sweet, handsome fiance would turn into a monster? Of course not, because you never know who you’re dealing with- no matter how much you think you do. (Haha. Scared, yet? Sorry.) But, no, seriously- take it easy around people who you know have told enormous lies in the past. Especially when it comes to relationships- once a cheater, always a cheater.
Which brings me to my personal opinion on a lying romantic partner… If I could give anyone advice about what to do when you catch your bf/gf in a lie, and then another one, and then another one (no matter how insignificant), I would tell you to be out. The best relationships are the honest ones. Trust, faithfullness, and for-realness are absolutely crucial to a healthy relationship. I’ve been in plenty that lacked these components- hence why I’m not in them anymore. And I regret not ending them after the first couple lies. Once is forgiveable. Twice in unacceptable. And three times or more make it obvious that you can’t really believe anything you hear. I was dating one guy a while ago who lied so much that I would laughingly tell people “If his mouth is moving, he’s lying.” And I stayed with him for years. How pathetic is that? Now he’s married and lying to someone else- thank God. Don’t tolerate that shit, man. Check for signs- emotions and stress are big tells. Liars supposedly blink more often and if they’re looking you in the eye, it doesn’t mean shit. They know the deal.
At the end of the day, if you can’t bring yourself to tell the truth about something you did, you shouldn’t have done it, so shame on you. If you need to make up this crazy story about how you hung out with Posh & Becks and they invited you to dinner at their place, then you are a waste. Besides- lies take work, dude. Like, why would you wanna have to remember so much? You’re gonna out yourself anyway ’cause that’s Karma and then everyone’s gonna laugh at you. Bite the bullet and tell the truth. All of us are always gonna lie at one point or another, but the less we do, the better people we are.
God is Love. JMB.
..love you
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