Lies.

I hate being lied to.

I mean, sort of. For obvious reasons, everyone does.

Maybe it's more... I hate feeling stupid.

Because I'm so fucking gullible, it's not funny. At all.

I believe the most ridiculous things because I just take them at face value. When a friend says something, I just say 'okay' and I generally accept it. Then occasionally I get a weird look and 'you know that was a joke right?' and I go 'oh, what, oh, of course. ha." Except I didn't actually know. It's not like aspergers or something, though mum has jokingly said that when I've told her some of the more stupid things I've taken literally, especially as a kid. I do have sarcasm filter and social skills, I just... don't recognise lies in people talking to me unless I have reason to. When I understand what's going through someone's head, it's more obvious, but it's more that I don't look for lies unless I'm told to look so everything just goes straight through my filter.

I hate that.

Not that there are that many great conspiracies out there that hate me and are trying to keep secrets from me, but I hate it when I know something for sure, because the person it's about has told me so, but then later it turns out that wasn't true and they were lying and I feel stupid for believing it.

This entry didn't come from anywhere in particular, I just felt like writing it.