A guy I had previously been seeing, told me a story.
I can't really go into detail but basically, he told me he got injured whilst defending a friend in a certain place. He also went on to tell me he had been in a bad place, for a long time (this is such a nice version of the story). Think Porridge, The Great Escape.
I was like ah sure we all have pasts, you're a decent bloke, blah blah.
Now this is the much edited version.
Then, I find out that it was all a lie.
Now I have furry fuck all interest in seeing this person anyway. My spider sense a tingled and I just thought it was instinct telling me we weren't well matched.
Turns out he's a pedantic liar.
Now, what I want to know is why people incriminate themselves, make themselves look bad, to gain some sort of twisted sympathy?
I just don't get it?
I am far from an angel but I've always known that when I am bad, I get bad. Sometimes I wonder if we aren't our own worst enemies?