I hate being lied to. Despise. Detest. Loathe.
Well, okay, maybe I don't hate being lied to.
The part I hate is finding out I've been lied to.
I'm really smart. And pretty perceptive. And I remember details well.
So successfully lying to me is incredibly difficult.
Sometimes I hate being so smart.
There are times I'd rather be blissfully unaware and bounce through life naively trusting people and believing that everything they tell me is true.
The fact that I can almost always see through people's bullshit isn't necessarily a positive quality. It means that I am unable to take anyone at face value, and I spend my life analyzing everything that people say.
But I'm usually right.
So I suppose the point of this little blog, for anyone who is reading this, is
DON'T LET ME CATCH YOU LYING TO ME.
Which, due to my strong analytical skills and ability to figure just about anything out, translates to
DON'T LIE TO ME.
Because, honestly, if you do, I probably will.
And finding out that someone has lied to me really pisses me off.
And then I get vengeful, and vengeful me isn't so pretty.
I'm the fume in silence type, while plotting my revenge in a hundred different, evil ways.
It'll hit you when you least expect it, or better yet, you won't even know about it.
That's how I roll.