Known as one the nicest famous people in the US (and funniest, I guess), apparently — if we may believe the many recent testimonies of people who worked with her on a daily basis, or were guests in her programs — she is utterly mean.
But that is a famous person, so I will tell you another bed-time story. About ordinary people.
I know a man who is such a mean and good liar, that many people of his own inner circle have no clue whatsoever what a monster he is.
His secret: he believes his own lies.
Even if he, in the deepest secret dark chamber of his mind or what is left from his heart, knows all too well what a dirt bag he really is, he simply shoves the lies so deep under the dirt, that he is able to change his truths, and believe his lies.
This man has pushes people into depression, has fired people because he could, has destroyed careers of several colleagues out of sheer jealousy, and tried to bribe people on many occasions for his own good.
And yet, I have seen him cry — literally CRY, with tears and all — after someone accused him for his many wrongdoings.
The effect: the honest man — the accuser — was widely believed to be a terrible person, and this terrible pathological liar was widely believed to be falsely accused, and so innocent.
A victim.
When they were gone, he grinned a smile that he never shows to anyone. Except only his best friends, who share his frustration and jealousy, and anger towards those that have honest talent.
I have seen this man lying to his own family — his wife of 40 years, his children, his grandchildren — and I also saw him cry innocence over the rooftops of the world, swearing the truth and nothing but the truth on the heads of his own grandchildren.
Pathological liars usually have a way to believe their own lies, because otherwise, they have to admit in the mirror that they are monsters.
Remember this guy ?
Uncle Lance.
The holy one.
You might remember that till some moment in time — that grand, fine moment — he claimed to be the most honest sporter in the world, winning the Tour de France more times than any other human being.
He swore it on his children’s blood that he never used performance-enhancing drugs.
He was the real deal.
He turned out to be a monster. A liar, a man who pushed innocent people over the edge, and who believed his own lies because he needed them as truths to justify his achievements.
And I’m sorry to say —
You can not catch such people.
They are the very kings of of their own fake truth.