First, it makes me feel unpleasant. Physically uncomfortable, and gross. I have a hard time playing the game Bullshit, and can only make it through a couple hands before I start to tremble too much.
Second, I am a very awkward person. The few times I can manage social competence is when I’m sharing a relatable story or mocking myself. I lack the “smoothness” a good liar typically needs.
Third, I am a very specific person. I’m all about lists and numbers. I can remember the dates of the most inconsequential things, and they’re usually only logged in my brain because the bastard thought it was the perfect way to occupy space.
So ultimately, when I lie, it’s more of a st-st-stuttering OOoooovvveeeerrrexaggerAAAAAted something about a given topic at some point of time, somewhere.
Doesn’t work well.