Anatomy Of A Lie

What makes a liar a liar? What feeds the liar? Is it to see how long you can keep the lie alive? Is it the act of telling the lie? Is it excitement? Is it the sweet excitement of adrenaline rush of the first whisper of a lie and getting away with it? Is it only after you have told the lie for so long that you actually believe that this lie is the truth, you have convinced yourself its reality? Whats evenly far more amazing is when you flat out tell the liar that is in question, "is it this or is it that, I don't care, it doest it bother me", the truth will slightly come out and the lie still continues somehow. I can't deal with lies or scandals. I deal with truth and facts and if they are presented to me I can adapt and cope with them. Whats so hard about that? Your not protecting me, or yourself or anyone for that matter. Damaged goods. Broken. It doesn't make you special because of the different stories that one tells, it just makes you look dumb. The excitement dies, and I pity you. I pity your lack of judgement and lack of honesty for its you who solely lives the lie, it is not I.