Hey, You Should Be Honest for Halloween: The Life of A Pathological Liar

Please pray for Nina. She's not hurt or anything, she's just a pathological liar. "What are you for Halloween Raven, Malicious?" you may be thinking. Actually, no. In fact, I am very intrigued. I've come across a few pathological liars in my life and the kind of lies they told often left me wondering why are they telling such lies and from what place are these lies coming from? These lies weren't little white lies either like "I fell asleep" and "Yes, your lace front is believable." It was lies like "I flat-lined from an injury while backpacking in London." or "I've never eaten meat in my life" when you both know damn well they ate your turkey sandwich that you labeled in the fridge. Their lies are typically elaborate and always unnecessary. They may anger many, but for me, it leaves me oh so curious. As a result of this curiosity, I did what many fail to do today. I researched. Here's what you will find under the mask of a pathological liar. 

"Why Can’t I Say The N-Word?": A Guide For the Lost

Chad furiously types on his Cheeto puff stained keyboard “If I can’t say it, you shouldn’t be able to say it.” While puffing his rusty inhaler into his mouth, he reminisces on all the times he was introduced to the N-Word. In all the history classes he’s ever sat through where he learned about slavery, civil rights, and even got to witness the reaction of Obama being elected into office. He thought about his Uncle Brad using the word constantly to refer to Trayvon Martin and the hate in his eyes as he used it. He slams his inhaler down on the folded table where he eats his TV dinners and yells “I should still be able to say it because I’m not racist and my favorite rapper is Kanye West!!!”