There are people in this world who lie, not occasionally but constantly, as easily as they breathe.  I’m not talking about the lies we have all told from time to time to spare feelings or smooth a situation. I am talking about compulsive lying. They lie about where they’ve been, who they know, what they’ve done, and sometimes about the smallest, most pointless things. The lies where every story is exaggerated, every memory embellished and every truth twisted just enough to make them seem more important, more interesting or more victimized. It’s not always about gain or manipulation, I think sometimes they simply lie because it becomes part of who they are. I often wonder why. Why create stories so far fetched that no person with common sense could possibly believe them? Do they really think others are fooled or are they the fools who have convinced themselves that their own lies are true? I’m almost embarrassed for them, don’t they realize that they are being talked about? T...