Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always wondered why people feel so compelled to lie to me. It’s not just in real life, but online and on the phone as well. They tell these outrageous lies and then get mad at me because I don’t believe them. I’ve told a few people I knew they were lying and they’ve all said the same thing: “I’m not!” Why are people so headstrong about lying to me? I’m not the police. I’m no one of any authority. I can say that lying to me is the fastest way to lose me as a friend. I’ve lived with liars for years. I choose not to have them in my life if I can help it. Yet it seems like every day I am faced with another liar. I catch another person I love and care about in another lie.

I’m perplexed at why people feel the need to lie to me. I don’t lose my temper when things don’t go my way. I rarely get mad anymore. I have never given people any reason to feel the need to lie to me. But they do. I am getting sick of it.

I could see a rhyme or reason for it if I were a liar. I could see it if they caught me in a huge lie. But I rarely, if ever, lie. When I do lie it’s because I have my information wrong, and I try to come back and correct myself as soon as I find out that I am wrong. Now, there are times when I simply withhold something I know. I’m a great secret keeper if I love you.

So where do lies come from? Why are they here? What will it take to get them abolished?