She 1 was the worst liar of them all. The best liar of course was he and the most impossible liar became she 2.
She was the worst liar because she could not do it. Not to say that she couldn’t tell a lie but she was ordained not to according to her religion. She lived by strict guides of life that must always be front and foremost in the public eye. But as usual the public eye could not see everything. Her lies were only distinguishable in what she said. She was voted class clown in high school and everyone knows there is a bit of truth in every joke. The problem for her was that even in joking she had thoughts of whatever she was making fun of, in her case it was usually nothing too criminal but in the eyes of her lord, even thinking it was punishable by spiritual law. Some people might say, yeah but we all say a lot of things that we don’t think about, or we say things before we think about it. But that thought had to come from somewhere. If she had done something without thinking about it, than later said something without thinking about, she was only admitting to everyone what she had done. The one exception would come from an implanted thought from another person who had thought the thought before her and she was regurgitating. Rarely do regurgitators and the class clown become the valedictorian, unless they are the butt of a really big joke. To be the class clown you must be funny. To be truly funny you have to put some effort into it, thoughts must be had to make a real joke come across as funny. So was she a thinker and a regurgitator? Could she regurgitate only the intellectual knowledge whilst living her life in a world of ungodly thoughts or was she the class clown because people were laughing at her, not with her and the biggest joke of all was watching her take valedictorian while the real smart kids sat back and laughed at their school for what they had created and set forth into the working, somewhat comprehensible to all, for lack of a better phrase; normal world? Really though, that was between her, her god and the man she chose to marry. To the public eye she was just smart and funny or a funny kind of smart.
The man she chose to marry was the best liar. He of course was only the best because of the amount of pre thought he had prepared before the actual test of a lie. He unfortunately got mono in high school and wasn’t around to pass an aptitude, let alone a popularity test to be voted for anything the yearbook staff might have a creative banner font to smear across a page. He had many days to watch television and learn how the world worked from a different perspective. He could analyze the drama of daily soap operas and as time passed by learned how to implant lies and not be affected by the drama that they created, because he knew they were lies. He was comfortable knowing that he was a liar, however, his god allowed him to do pretty much whatever he wanted and he would be forgiven. He only chose to lie though but did so all the time. After awhile people caught on to what he was doing and dismissed most of whatever he had to say as a lie. Only lies are usually created from something inside and most everything that is inside has an outer resource. So though his lies were often a long stretch from the truth, the truth was out there somewhere, obscured, and in those rare occasions when one of the lies he was involved with trying to convince someone of, the important hidden truth is so buried, it has no time to surface before it is sunk again and covered with more lies. Therefore his words were like a sink hole or quick sand. Though he was the best liar at one point in time for his preparations and ad lib, he eventually vanished into himself, never to be truly seen by anyone again, except those who would laugh while sinking.
The girl that he got mono from was the girl he dated in high school. She 2 like she 1 had grown up with a serious inclination to become more like a similar god to whom she 1 worshipped. She was also a class clown. Unfortunately, unlike she 1, she thought about everything. She was such a thinker that it was impossible to accuse her of not thinking. Unfortunately she thought too much about the same things and often repeated many of her thoughts, therefore to break the monotony; to her the glass was neither half full nor half empty, it was just a shallow glass. Although she was often correct in her own right, her own right was often wrong and thus she was the most impossible liar. It was difficult for anyone to discern if she was joking or serious, honest or lying, right or wrong. Of course she was correct in her thinking half of the time, half of the time in academy or even public school, is still failing. She was sent to a remedial school where she excelled and made people laugh. Her pride became her and gave her the confidence she needed to find herself within all of her twisted untruths. She didn’t think as much and found she could nearly double her aptitude, which was an A- or A but still only 75% of what the public schools had covered in their text. She had spent a lot of her spare time reading religious books to help her with her public appearance to her religion and school, what most people would consider a debate of prayer in schools, she began asking more and more questions and returned to her analytical routine of over thinking. When she met her boyfriend, afraid to include her in the drama, instead implanted his penis into the void of her so called soul, thus beginning a sexual relationship that was as big of a lie as could be confused. Though everyone knew the truth of their lies, they were happy to see that he had focused his attention on something and she 2 was smiling more instead of furrowing her brow so much in thought. As time progressed the town had looked past their lies so much it would have been impossible to convince them of the truth so the town went along with it as if they also had created this plan, as they had her 1’s.
He’s parents took the most of the boasting rights. They knew to save their son by giving him the false hopes of sexual attraction with women, though he could have been a social worker or a priest, his parents whose relationship was primarily based on drinking and sex, could only relate to their son in minimalist ways and so self esteem was learned through an education of sexual attraction. This is what his mother had been trying to teach him as she selfishly controlled the television programs, watching primarily soap operas. Her original intent was that her son would be quickly bored and either get well or go find something else to do and leave her in peace. When she discovered his attention was quite captivated by the programs her embedded guilt reaction caused her to reassess what her son was thinking and feeling while watching the shows. As she evaluated his responses, she understood that he had an attraction for females and his reason for watching them were all the pretty girls, thus being the one motivator she could presume. It was her goal later to find him a woman who would satisfy his sexual cravings and motivate him to do something with his life. Unfortunately their limited understanding of their own son was a lie. And that lie was marginally perpetuated.
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