Lies Were My TeachersI was a reclusive, socially inept child. I didn't understand society, I didn't understand people, I didn't understand social interaction... Actually my whole young childhood can be summarized as "I didn't understand."
But I observed. And as time went by and I observed more and more... I learned. I learned way is behind people's actions, I learned to read body language and facial ex
There comes a point though where knowledge alone isn't enough anymore. I wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to play along, join in on the game of humanity. I was tired of the sideline. That was when I discovered I have an uncanny talent for lying. My gathered knowledge helped me, and lies became my teachers.
I pretended to be someone else to unknown people. People on the bus to whom I would start chatting, random meet-ups, people online... and I would learn. I would monitor their reactions. And the more I practiced, the more different versions of things I created for myself, the better I got. After a while it didn't take me any effort any more to lie, and I started finding pleasure in making people believe me.
These days, I have learned so much that social interaction, true social interaction ba
I'm not saying my life is perfect, not at all, I have a lot of issues... but I think without lying my life would have been a lot worse. Lies were my teachers, and I like to think of them as my friends now. I am forever grateful that it comes so naturally to me to lie.