Thread:FunAndGamess/@comment-34158552-20190915145425/@comment-38385461-20190924003025

WARNING: Pretty long

In response to Jaguar Satake: Yeah, it’s just there’s this really, just, ugh kind of kid on the bus ride. He lies - a lot. Too much. Like, every day he has a new lie. Sometimes people can debunk it, other times I’m just sitting here looking at this poor boy that he lies to, and once someone calls him out ‘Oh I’m just joooking’. The reason I know he’s lying? 1) He’s a bad liar, according to me. (I’m pretty ok at recognizing lies) 2) I have friends who lie more often than most people, and I’ve just come to accept it as part of their personality and to just analyze most things they say. If all else fails, ask them something two or three days later that should give you what they said, had they not been lying. 3) He has a bit more of a noticeable ‘stutter’, you could say when he lies. He repeats the words/ what he said a bit more than usual. It’s small, but it’s there. 4) He doesn’t know I’m in his band class, so when he lies about things he did in band class, I know he didn’t. Calling the band teacher ugly to his face and then running away? Sorry kid, I was behind you in line, you didn’t say a word.

The kids that he tricks have obviously trusted him. Why would your good ol bro that you do all the bro stuff with cause your best bros with this bro lie to you? I know, I was like that too, before I started slowly uncovering the lies my friends would tell me. I grew up and got more conscious of what people were saying, instead of trusting blindly. I became less and less naive, but I noticed others really didn’t that much. My friends didn’t. They didn’t have too. They weren't watching over their cousins who believed anything. They weren’t protecting them from the neighbor kids who knew this and took advantage of it. They didn’t research anything their cousins brought to them from the internet. They weren’t constantly worried about saying something untrue, and being corrected. They weren’t scared of ever believing a lie all their life. To put it simply, they didn’t have an irrational fear of being wrong. (Side note: I think this may be a contributing factor from where my uncomfortableness from not knowing something comes from)

Almost every day there’s a new lie, it’s insane. Does he have a google doc somewhere that he keeps track of them on? I have to endure an hour or so bus ride with him, it’s torture. Him saying something, people correcting him (He knows the lies he can tell to certain people, I think) and him getting mad. Him getting in trouble with the pain in the neck who sits next to me and them having a fight between the seats. The pain in the neck was my second friend on the bus and at first I thought he was nice, i quickly found out he has to criticize every photo I have of me, calls my friends who I treasure more than anything ugly, and needs to know what I’m doing on my phone. He knows my password, and always tells me I should change it. (Next time he says that, I’m saying that I wouldn’t have to if he wasn’t such a creep. I’m am done with his bull.) But that’s another story. Anywho, then the bus drives tells the people to ‘Cut the music down’ and they stop because they realize he can probably hear them. Cue Pain in the neck calling our antagonist a not so appropriate nickname (It’s not a swear word, but still not appropriate) and him laughing and saying ‘loser’ (You’d think we were in second grade) and putting his headphones in, while I sat there awkwardly trying not to get elbowed in the breast on accident.

So that is just the most fun time, especially because We aren’t allowed to do homework, which would make it look like I’m busy, because a phone doesn’t signify that for some reason.

And if you want me to get into this liar’s other issues, let’s just say, girls, don’t be within arms reach.