stretch

there are some people who tell it how it is. they’re comfortable and honest with who they are. they don’t have to manipulate the truth – of how something happened last night at the party, or once upon a time in a past relationship… they tell it straight up, what they learned from it, the good, the bad… and how it made them the person they are today.

there are the other people who can’t help themselves in stretching the truth – even just that little bit. and sometimes not even stretching the TRUTH… but making up something completely new to add onto a story that didn’t even happen. they have to “hollywood” their story – make it bigger and more dramatic than what really occurred. a night out with friends and you share a short glance with someone else you don’t like turns into “OMG did you see the look they gave me? OMG wtf is their problem?”. i’m not sure if it’s because they’re unsatisfied with their lives… if they think the real story is just too boring… or if it’s just a cry for attention.

i can’t help but smirk that you have to do that to make your life better, or make people believe you are a better person because of the lies you tell. i’m sorry (not really) if that’s mean to say.