A bullshitter lives in perpetual fear of being found out.

I ride the train with this guy who waits for you to say something like, ” I like the color blue ”  he’ll tell you a story about how he invented the color blue and that he could have invented more colors but he knows a guy who invented the color orange and WOW was that a great color. He keeps company with a lot of people who invent colors.

When I see him get on the train my left eye starts to pound.

I love it when people tell stories.

But there’s a big difference between someone telling stories and  somebody fertilizing my brain.