November 6, 2006

  • Lying Conspiracies

    This is a rant, but not a political rant.  After I started thinking about the
    subject, I could see where these little interpersonal games I was
    thinking about get expanded into culture-wide conspiracies, too.

    The conspiracies I have in mind are the kind that occur between
    lovers and among families and friends.  They can be seen both
    publicly and privately.  Almost everyone involved in them will, if
    challenged, either profess innocence or proclaim that the lies they
    tell are more virtuous than the truth.  The only circumstances in
    which I have found people willing to level with themselves and others
    about such “polite” interpersonal dishonesty has been among those in
    recovery from addiction or mental illness.  Everyone else is too
    immersed in the illness to cop to it.

    What I mean, of course, is the way in which people tend to tell other
    people what they think the others want to hear.  It is thought of
    as being “nice,” being “polite,” “supportive,” or even “comforting.”
      Is my meaning still not clear?  How about a few examples?

    I don’t know if this particular game that I learned in my youth still
    goes on, but I suspect that it might be older than civilization and as
    au courant as can be.  A young woman, if young enough, might try
    to make her new lover believe he is her first.  If she doesn’t
    think she can pull that off, she will tell him he is the
    best.   Whether her heart is truly in it, she will flatter
    him with praise of his strength, intelligence, taste, and other
    attributes, especially those in which he might be insecure or deficient.

    Men in general have a well-earned reputation for both flattery and
    deception in pursuit of sexual partners.  They might speak of love
    and even marriage, even if the former is a foreign concept only vaguely
    grasped and the latter is nowhere in the man’s plans.  Sex is not
    the only thing that men angle for, and their tactics for obtaining what
    they want can be as various and nefarious as those of any woman. 
    Both sexes angle for approval by professing approval, for affection by
    giving affection, for praise by giving praise.

    And, of course, those things happen in other relationships besides
    those of mating pairs.  The tactics through which families, social
    clubs, professional organizations, large political groups, and smaller
    groups of poker pals, fishing or hunting or drinking buddies, gaggles
    of girlfriends, twelve-step groups of all sorts, and users of social
    networking websites reinforce each other’s fantasies are many and
    various.  What they have in common is deception, and for many
    people they are often overlain with a layer of denial that allows one
    to evade feeling guilty for his or her lies.  Herd mentality, the
    belief that “everyone is doing it,” aids the peace of mind for those
    who are less adept at denial.

    Relationships based on deception are, by definition,
    dysfunctional.   Dysfunctional people will choose
    relationships where their treasured delusions are reinforced over
    healthier relationships where they are confronted with reality they
    prefer to deny.  The degree of potential harm to those in such
    relationships depends on the degrees of dysfunction of those involved.

    One example, an extreme one with which I have some experience, is the
    pathological narcissist and the people with whom he surrounds
    himself.  Those with NPD, narcissistic personality disorder,
    require more than the normal amount of reinforcement for their
    delusions.  Their grandiose self-concept must be fed by the
    approval and admiration of others, and they will be as appeasing,
    ingratiating, and “nice” as necessary to attract admirers.  At
    first, they put a new admirer on a pedestal, which can bond a
    vulnerable person of weak self-esteem to the narcissist so that when
    the narcissist turns on her (most Ns are male, most of their victims
    female, but the opposite pattern is not unknown) and devalues her, she
    will seek even harder to gain his acceptance.  Both participants
    in this pathological dance can be unconscious of the pathology, both
    believing that it is just “normal”, especially if they have come from
    family or social backgrounds where it was common.

    Narcissists also attract other narcissists, “inverted” narcissists or pilot fish,
    who may lack the charisma, power, money, or social engineering skill to
    attract victims, and instead will ingratiate themselves with a
    narcissist and bask in the reflected glory.  Think of the plain or
    unattractive high school girl who hangs around with the bitchy but
    popular prom queen, or the roadie-toady who takes orders and abuse from
    the rock star and enjoys the various perks from that association.

    A similar pathology exists in a less obvious form among groups of 
    “friends” who simply commiserate with each other over the rough spots
    in their lives.  It might be a woman who assures her girlfriend
    that each of the series of men who rejected her was a cad and
    worthless.  This “friend” may be aware of behavior or attitudes of
    the woman that were instrumental in the breakups of those
    relationships, but she is too “polite” or “concerned” or “supportive”
    to tell her friend about it, or the friend might have made it clear
    that she doesn’t want to hear anything but supportive pap from her
    friends.  Thus the friend never receives the honest feedback she
    might need to alter her behavior, and is likely to continue the series
    of short-lived dysfunctional partnerships.

    This is a very common form of dishonesty and most of those who do it
    tend to think of it as a virtue of self-restraint.  The
    psychosocial damage done by those who are afraid to hurt their
    friends’ feelings by telling them the truth is incalculable. 
    After all, if one pulls a friend’s cover, might that friend not reject
    one, or possibly reciprocate and point out one’s own responsibility for
    one’s mistakes?  If that were to happen, then one would have to
    rethink one’s own self-delusion and transcend some pathology
    herself.  People who for various reasons opt not to tell
    those close to them the unpleasant truth, or who refuse to accept some
    friendly honesty, can thereby become the
    enablers of addictions and fosterers of destructive or self-destructive
    behaviors of all sorts. 

    If you  have a friend who wants you to comfort her with lies or to
    support her delusions with false agreement, do her a favor by not doing
    her that favor.  People
    cannot be destroyed by telling them the truth.  Illusions can be
    dispelled with truth.  Pathology can be healed by facing the
    truth.  If you don’t think you are strong enough or brave enough
    to be honest with your friends, then you need to be honest with
    yourself about the kind of friend you have chosen to be:  a false
    friend.  If you need help with that, look here for a place to start.

    AND… VOTE!  Vote your conscience and your principles, not your fears.
     

Comments (8)

  • Great post!  I am someone that will tell it like it is, especially with friends and family, but also at work where it’s not appreciated all that much.  Administration doesn’t want honesty, frankness and a willingness to speak up.  They want sheep that mindlessly follow along. 

  • The only thing that irritates me more than people who won’t speak their minds are those who ask a question when they’re only willing to accept one specific but dishonest answer.

    I’ll be voting in a while, and as always it will be my conscience that guides my vote. My conscience says “throw the Repugnant Party out!”

    Excellent post!

  • I lost my friggin comment again.

  • heya just wanted to stop in and say hi and let you know that i had a dream the other nite with you in it.. not really sure what the meaning but i wanted to share and hopefully it makes sense to you ..

    in the dream you and i were talking, sitting in a grassy area with woods in the back ground off to one side and in the distance a large hill (maybe a small mountian) but i couldnt understand what we were saying it was a foregein tongue to me.. but we talked, laughed, and shared with each other for a long time… then as the dream went on in the back ground by the mountains three animals gathered… the owl, the wolf, and the eagle… then with a glourious sound the words “the shamans are calling you back” rang out.. with that i woke up…

    hopefully you understand this and if you do please feel free to share with me… love and light and hope things are well with you … hope to talk to you soon

  • Very nice … No one puts it down in words better than you, and ties it in with how things really are.

  • I voted my conscious and my values/principles. I just hope those that are elected have some of what I consider to be good values and live up to them. Only time will tell.

    Your post was a good read. I think it’s hard to find good, true friends. Do you?

  • Geez, SuSu heavy duty, but you are completely right.  These darned online relationships that just happend are a good example. Sometimes you just talk about common things of interest and all of a sudden the other person has what they think is a romance going. I talk from experience, and I have been guilty of milking the situation without thought of how the other person will feel after I tell them that I am not serious.  I must be one of  those into narcissism. But I think that most of the time it is the male ego that drives this kind of behavior, but maybe that is just another name for the same thing.  People want to be recognized and idolized in some way, so they go out of their way to get their groupies, hang-arounders, possees or whatever you might want to call them.  However, I like your essay on the subject, makes us wonder about where we are going with ongoing relationships. Later.

  • Yeah. And by the way, do I look “fat” in these pants?

    C’mon, tell me the truth.  But if you tell me to stop eating chocolate peanut butter cups every night I’ll just die.  So lie, already, okay?

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