Lie to me

I don’t understand lying, and I don’t understand why my friends lie to me, because anyone that knows me well knows that I have an uncanny ability to find out anything and everything that I need to know.

If you lie to me, I will know.

I have a friend that lives in California.  I met him on one of the numerous vacations I’ve been on, and we’ve been pretty close for a while.  He’s a few years older than me, but he told me he was getting engaged and wouldn’t be able to talk to me anymore.  I was fine about it and wished him good luck.  Then, a few weeks later, he came around and told me he was going to the army.  I was like, well what about your fiance?  He said he’d lied about that to avoid telling me he was going to the army.  I don’t know why, probably so I didn’t worry about him.

And I said my goodbyes on his supposed last day of being able to talk to me.

I just went on my twitter for the first time in a long time, and  he’s the only person I ever started following.  What do I see, aside from him tweeting like crazy and talking about being on the east coast.  I texted him and asked if he was lying, and after a lot of beating around the bush, he told me he actually had been engaged and was living in MA.

I will NEVER understand the need to compulsively lie.  Do people think that they can make themselves more interesting by being such a mystery?  Well, that’s not what it does.  It just makes you a liar.