Tanty

I think I've decided that today should just be over. And I don't even have PMT! Brilliant.

In the last 24 hours I've managed to piss off my two best friends, annoy another friend, disturb my mum's sleep with a panicky phone call, run out of money, and I've chucked a major tanty where I threw things around my house, drank two beers and took a valium, all in the hope of escaping the dark world of crap that I appear to be on the edge of.

Am I overreacting? Probably. In fact, yes, I am. I'd like to raise a topic for discussion, in lieu of my tanty: Liars.

I'm thinking that a lot of people in this world are actually compulsive liars - they lie so much that they start to believe their own lies, and at this point it's actually impossible for anybody to know the complete truth. Now, I'm not pretending to be completely innocent here. I've done my fair share of lying. But I've never really knowingly been lied to on a major level. It's not a nice feeling to know that people purposefully bend the truth for their own pleasure or satisfaction. Especially when it's stuff that directly affects you. Is it possible that some people have no idea that they're lying, and are so selfish that they don't even think about the consequences of their actions? Is it possible that we are in fact surrounded by arseholes who directly hinder our happiness with the inconsistency, and sometimes the complete lack, of their truthfulness? Or is it possible that I have taken this a step too far, and I should tank myself up with more valium in order for me to ignore the presence of crap which is evidently innate in the human race?