Liar Liar Pants on Fire!

I find it interesting to note the times, places and reasons that people choose to lie.

For example, you ladies will spend about 75 hours "fixing" your hair so that it's as perfect as you can possibly get it.  It'll have lots of swirls and curls and whoppity-do's in it and you'll smile at yourself in the mirror with joy at what you've accomplished.  Then you'll go out and someone will say to you (some other girl is what I mean...most guys won't comment on it unless we're after something) "Your hair looks so good today!  Did you do something different with it?  Did you get a haircut? Did you <blah blah blah>?"  You'll usually respond with, "No, nothing different...I just threw it in a bun real quick and walked out the door.  Nothing special."  I don't understand this...why not say "Thank you for noticing...it took me over an hour to do this.  I made the rest of my family suffer and wait while I got my "do" looking just so...I'm glad you like it!"  Why lie about the effort it took to get your hair looking so good?  Why don't you want people to know about all your hard work?  Why are you hiding the truth here ladies? Hmm?

You walk through the door at church in an awful mood...you're angry, you're depressed and you want to crawl under a rock and die.  But what do you say when someone walks up and asks you how you're doing?  "Pretty good...how about you?"  Huh?  You're miserable and you know it, and the folks at church are supposed to be there for you during times like this...so why lie?  Even at funerals, people will be like "I'm good, how are you?"  This sort of thing perpetuates...you don't want to be the only person at church who says "You know what...life sucks and I'm two seconds away from going postal up in this joint", so you do like everyone else and put on a stinkin' happy face.  Everyone acts like things are peachy, and no one gets any of the help or support they actually need.

Why is it that guys can't admit that we don't know what we're doing when it comes to fixing stuff?  Some electrician will be sitting there explaining Ohm's law or some other technical crap to us, and we'll sit there and nod our heads like we know what he's talking about.  It's like we try really hard to not let anyone know that we don't know everything about everything, and the next thing you know we're standing there with some hot wires in our hands trying to do something we told the mechanic we were "pretty sure we could do ourselves".  This is one of the primary reasons hospitals have burn units.

I think most people like to lie...they actually enjoy doing it and make a game out of tricking other people into believing the most ridiculous stuff they can possibly think of.  Thus we have urban legends about people waking up in tubs full of ice minus their kidneys and back seats full of axe-wielding maniacs who wait too late to strike and allow their victims to stop at the 7-Eleven first where astute clerks clue them in to their impending doom.  Unfortunately, we make it too easy most of the time by being gullible, moronic idiots looking for anything to spice up our boring lives.  Two words...chain letter.  Need I say more?

Everyone who reads this blog must get at least 10 other people to read it.  Those who do will find a crisp $10 bill in their coat pocket.  Those who do not will wake up with a bad case of the "lower intestinal dance party" and find themselves suddenly short on toilet paper.