Lies And The Liars Who Spread Them

Lies And The Liars Who Spread Them

"No, I didn't. Sorry to burst that bubble, bud."

I can't stand liars.

I know I'm preaching to the choir when I say that, considering we're all one the same page here. No one likes liars. Nobody has the patience or time to deal with people who cannot be honest. Throughout my almost 21 sober years on Earth, a solid 90% of the issues I've had to deal with revolve around lies and the liars who spread them.

I don't want to come off as holier than thou. I have made countless mistakes and some of them include lying. I'm not proud of that. However, this stemmed from the prospect of being in "trouble." As a kid, and really before I became a teenager, I couldn't handle "trouble." I'd lie to prevent getting in trouble and since I'm horrendously bad at lying I gave it up real quick. I was incredibly fortunate to have been raised in an atmosphere that encouraged truthfulness and honesty. When I was honest, I wasn't met with harshness but with fondness and compassion and I am so grateful for it. I know that too many were not as fortunate as I was.

So here we are, third year in college, nearly 21 years old, and I'm still dealing with liars.

You'd think that once you escalate to college level sociability that you'd wise up and keep your mouth shut when you have nothing good or worthwhile to say.

Someone at the college I attend, who I've had to formally talk to twice, has spread a rumor that I suffered from a stroke due to the way I look. The only consensus I can come to regarding why anyone would say that is that I either intimidated him or festered his insecurities. If I did, I'd like him to let me know.

But of course, I'm never going to find that out.

Lying is a result of cowardliness.

This gentleman's life is so uneventful that he took it upon himself to spread a rumor so vile to make it seem as if he was looking out for me since I was suffering from such a horrific medical trauma. But it's completely false. Needless to say, I probably wouldn't be able to type out something like this if what he said had to be true.

Call me thin-skinned and you may be right. I can take my fair share of punches, but this is just uncalled for. What's worse is that if there's one person going through something like this, in this case myself, than there is ten. If there's ten there's one hundred... and it keeps going.

I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. I also have some sympathy for those who spread these rumors, too, because there's obviously something lacking in their lives.

All I want is for people to pay it forward. Be nice. When you have nothing nice to say about someone just save your breath. Call me petty to hark on what's happened to me and again you may be very well right, but I'm using it as an example because falsehoods, lies, and rumors are a real problem for too many. We need to foster a community of truthfulness and honesty now more than ever. College, high school, life, is way too stressful to have to keep reminding people of the truth when they should know it from the get go.

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She seemed to read her presentation off the carpet.

“Margaret, your presentation please,” the teacher announced above the crowd of heads that filled the classroom.

At the sound of her name being called, she stood up and walked with slow, heavy feet to the front of the classroom. While she stood by the Smart Board waiting for her PowerPoint to load, her eyes kept darting at the door.

As she stood there presenting her PowerPoint in a very small voice, her face never changed. Margaret’s mouth stayed in a thin line the entire presentation, her eyebrows furrowed, and she made no eye contact with anyone—just the door, the walls, the ceiling, and mostly the floor. She seemed to read her presentation off the carpet. Along with that, her pale, flushed face looked as though she may even throw up. Her face even had a tint of green to it. She took short, rapid breaths as if to try and hold it down.

Along with her eyes, her head also hung down, creating a small hunch in her upper shoulders and back. Margaret couldn’t stand still. Watching her rock back and forth from one foot to the other took all my attention away from her presentation. Her hands kept moving as well. She had her fingers twisted in a knot and when she would unwind them, they would only get twisted up again. She did, however, take a break from twisting up her fingers by rotating and re-rotating the rings on her fingers.

When Margaret’s presentation finally ended, she bolted back to her seat and sat back down with a loud, heavy sigh.

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Are You Tired Of People Glorifying Anxiety Yet?

Anxiety is not fun and not something the greater community wants to joke about.

Stop glorifying anxiety.

“Anxiety queen,” “Anxiety since birth,” “High-anxiety,” “Low power mode,” “Oops, I’m sad again,” “2% girl 98% anxiety,” “Anxiety club.”

Okay, I’m tired of it. I’m tired of looking around and seeing disturbingly “cute” posters or phone cases, screensavers or stickers that glorify anxiety. I’m tired of the jokes that seem to be “relatable,” but are actually quite serious.

Stop glorifying anxiety.

To be able to be optimistic about mental illness is a great thing. It is important, more than anything. I am a huge believer in positive psychology, and if being humorous or comical is what is going to get you through your day, then more power to you. Do not get me wrong, I also try to make light about my anxiety here and there to my friends to try to get me through bad times.


I am working hard to overcome my anxiety in time and to ignore the triggers around me. For people like me, seeing these unsettling quotes makes our stomachs churn. On behalf of the people who suffer from anxiety, it is not fun, we are not proud of anxiety, and we do not want anxiety.

Stop glorifying anxiety.

I love a colorful background and funky font, but is it truly necessary to mock a human variation that can cripple lives? Stickers and phone cases are an advertisement for our personalities, and I can only imagine my fellow anxious humans do not want anxiety to label or define them.

Stop glorifying anxiety.

It reminds me of the popular "boy who cried wolf" story. If you joke about your disability, there is going to become a point in which people will not believe that it is as serious as it actually is. I am a strong advocate for opening up conversations about mental health.

I also believe that it is important to talk about your feelings rather than bottle them up, an act that took me years to realize. However, I do not think glorifying anxiety is the answer to anything.

So, stop glorifying anxiety.

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