My day yesterday was about the liars who are in our life. We fired one of them.
Firing him did not bring the predicted relief of a cooling rain storm, rather it raised clouds of doubt. Why had all his references checked out? Why had the last person he worked for recommended him? Why did everyone think he was a nice guy, when he has a crack in his character that cannot be filled with quick patch?
Liar, liar, liar, pants on fire. Now I think of him like a greasy hair clog that sits in the drain. You don’t want to touch it, but you have to. It’s gotta come out of the drain — it’s blocking the flow of water. It’s useless, of no benefit to others, and its only proper resting place is in the garbage.
He’s so good at lying that when he gets caught, he has this act where he looks like he’s going to start crying. Awww, so sad for the big fat liar. He needs his job. He has Catholic school tuition to pay. How come he can’t do whatever he wants on our time and paycheck and then lie about it?
“Listen, this is not a Catholic confessional booth, all the business meetings we had. When you confessed to the really big fat lie, which we had to catch you in, we don’t have the power to absolve you of your guilt so that you could go on lying again until the supposedly next business meeting. First of all, we’re not Catholic. And secondly, and far more importantly, we’re not God. And by the way, God is on our side too. He is the only explanation for our busy summer in a bad economy. I don’t recommend messing with God by being a perpetual liar. Either you will answer to Him here or in the afterlife.”
Which brings me to the other liar. This liar likes to accuse people of stealing things. Things that are broken. Things she has given away already to Goodwill. Things she has hidden so no one can help her find them and she can say, “See, it was stolen!” Some people think she has flushed things down the toilet so she can accuse. She likes to tell everyone she knows that so and so has stolen such and such. Sometimes, people lose their jobs because of her accusations. Most often, people’s relationships become fragmented or strained or conflicted because of her great power.
Her lies deeply wound the people she supposedly loves. What kind of love is this? It’s like the care a cattle rancher shows his cattle when he brands them with the hot iron.
People are not disposable.
Liars are not very smart people. I say this because smart people know they can maneuver through their life and their needs and their wants through any number of means. Smart people don’t need to lie.
Liars, liars, liars, I hope your pants are on fire.
