This blog post: hanging from a telephone wire intrigues me.

Why do the liars lie?

I disagree with Ms. Kennedy.

The liars lie for the same reason that addicts lie. They are not lying to you or to me. They are lying to themselves FIRST. They want to believe what they say.

"My marriage is perfect."

"I love all my children the same."

"I never make an error."

"I talk to my mother every Sunday morning because we are so close and love each other so much."

"I can see right in to your head."

"I don't care about anything."*

"I am happy all the time."

Whew. A totally easy list to come up with and I could go on and on and on.... and so could you. When someone says something like this... I am perfect at... stop. Think. They want to believe it. They might like you to believe it too. They might even kind of know that it's a lie and very convincing one but the best liars have convinced themselves.

I saw it in clinic all the time. Over and over and over.

It's the glitter that gives it away. When they come in all glittery and sparkly and their eyes shine and they are too beautiful for words and they charm your socks right off.... check your wallet. They are an addict or a manipulator or they WANT SOMETHING FROM YOU. And there are people who just do it automatically. They lie all the time.

Whatever. When someone reminds me of my mother or my sister... or the other extremely well trained enablers on the maternal side of my stupid family.... ooooooo. The person has my full focused attention. Which thing is the lie? What the fuck do they want? What are they going to try to get out of me?

When I trained in buprenorphine treatment, the guy (enabler) that I was with was horrified. "You can't treat addicts!" he said.

"Why the hell not?" I asked.

"They LIE."

I laughed. "ALL patients lie. There are studies. They lie about whether they are taking their blood pressure medicine. They lie about how much salt they are eating. They lie about exercising. The first question I ask if someone's blood pressure is too high, is "Are you taking the medicine?" More than half the time I get a sheepish, "Yeah, well, no, I ran out of it two weeks ago." "Yeah, well, then I can't tell if it's working or not, can I? And you'll have to redo the stupid labs once you have taken it for two weeks and come back for another check." "Ok, ok, I get it." If you lie to your doctor, well, you might get hurt. Tell them about the pills your friend gave you, tell them about the supplements, and that infected toe? Might help if you tell the damn truth about it. Even though it was when you um inserted well we were just, like he has an infected um. That is important information and changes which god damned antibiotics I use plus now I want to check for chlamydia and gonorrhea and same sex male so we gotter talk about HIV prophylaxis and fuck, this is a fucking 15 minute clinic visit? God damn it. You need another visit in 1-2 days or else I gonna hospitalize yo dumb ass.

And WHY do they lie to themselves?

Damage. ACE scores. They wish that they were that close to their mother. They long for a perfect marriage. They were beaten in secret by the perfect father. The famous man, their grandfather, sexually abused them. The list is endless.

And how do we help? Hell, the person I just stopped dating told me "Your picker's broke." I think he's wrong. I think he's a liar and he does care about me, but if he can't deal with it then basically the relationship is fucked. Oh, well. Fuck it. So I am no expert.

However, there is a book. Passionate Marriage. The author writes about how we are attracted to the people who have what we lack. What we want to learn. What we are afraid of. What we need to learn. I needed to learn how to really look at anyone I date with my full on intuition right away and also that it is seriously Not Nice of me to get curious, activate my inner scientist and stick around. I recognize the projection on me at some point and then the scientist in me is intrigued. Really? The most recent one said that inside me there is a sweet innocent joyous tiny girl.

Well, I thought. No, not really. There certainly is a baby. But it's a baby honey badger** or a baby Iron Bitch Alien Lizard. Don't care what you call it. But it is about as sweet as a pissed off porcupine or skunk. Polecat. Octopoggles done got us! Squirting ink and sliding into an impossibly small space and escaping from the aquarium over and over until the fuckers let me go.....

And that was actually the moment I should have spoken up. Calmly. Kindly. "Um, no. I was never a sweet innocent joyous tiny girl. I was bathed in antibodies to tuberculosis in the womb and no doubt alcohol and my parents were newly married and I came out saying, "What the fuck is this new fucking torture? Augh! Bright lights! Is there food? I am fucking hungry. Feed me or I will eat YOU."

In the end this is all actually necessary, says the Passionate Marriage author. WHAT? FUCK THAT? Well, in a truly loving relationship, both people will withdraw the projection. The projection is the "falling in love" where the person is golden, perfect, your true love. No, they aren't. But you love that aspect of them that you want/need/can't do. True love is when you withdraw the projection and you see the real person and you love them.

It isn't easy. But people do it. Birds do it, squirrels do it, trees do it, even elementary bees do it... let's do it... let's fall in love.

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*This is the clean version. The second one** contains the time out words.

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