The Brazen Edge

A lie in and of itself can seem harmless at first until it turns into a multitude of fabrications and slander. Where do these lies end? Moreover, what are you going to do when the pieces of that quilt just will not fit together? You decide to defend your lies, but what lies deserve a defense? What motive could someone have to justify something that just isn't true? There are differences in not always being completely honest. If you tell someone that their hair looks great and it isn't true, that lie isn't causing direct harm. However, lying about the actions of someone else and twisting them into a devious predator with a taste for the brutal is, in every right, completely uncalled for and morally wrong. What does the creation of this lie make the creator? The callous and malicious root of this lie had to begin within the mind of the fabricator. Who is the monster?
With that being said, I want to get into the real reason for this blog. In the past I have caught myself befriending people under the impression that someone who isn't like me could possibly be the type of person I needed influence from. What happens when that person has no personality of their own? No convictions and no self respect? They absorb your personality. They adopt your persona. They destroy any and all faith you had left in humanity. Where do you draw the proverbial line? I have established friendships out of sheer pity for the other person in hopes of helping them find themselves. What if there is nothing to find? What if they are as empty as their life? I've mulled this over for a few days and have came to the conclusion that my only recourse is to sever all ties. Why would I want to be around someone who has absolutely no respect for anything for anyone. Who spares no one of an attack of words when their back is turned. No matter if they are family, friends, or someone who meant them no ill will. I've caught myself feeling sorry for these people but unfortunately nothing can be done. I have a distinct feeling that these things will never change and I feel only remorse for having had wasted my time trying to nurse something that would never grow.