Why stereo type?

What was it that my friends called me? Oh yea, it was the "embellish er." Why do people need to stereo type everyone? Was it an insult or a compliment? I've been called a lot of things in my life time but what am I to make of this new name? If I take the literal meaning according to the Oxford, it means 'to ornament (well that is a good thing), to improve (a story etc.) by adding details that are entertaining but invented' (not good). Then I think they mean to say that I'm a liar!

Well, these are supposed to be my real friends. I tell them everything. They should know if I'm lying or not. They would tell me that I'm lying if they thought that I had lied about something. They would call me out on it. They would yell, "liar, liar, liar'. Heck, I'm completely honest with them about their flaws and I would want them to be honest with me. Somebody has to be honest with you. We all need constructive criticism in order to improve on. I'm not an overly sensitive person. I won't cry.

I have been known to dramatize on occasions; a teeny tiny bit. I want my world to be colorful, shiny, glaring at times, when one just needs to look away or their eyes would burn holes in their heads and they they would never be able to look at me ever again. I do believe I just overstated my feeling, just now. Simple events in life inspire me to act out my creativity. Otherwise, how small would my world be? What will I do? What will I become? nothing.

But I don't want to lie. If I did lie than I'm lying to myself, because I don't think I'm a liar but if I lie to myself than I would not be able to tell if it is the truth or not. I don't want to lie to my family and friends, therefore I tell the truth at all times. But how do I know it's the truth? Or do I just convince myself that it is the truth that I tell.

Oh stop it, already. Maybe, I am an 'embellish er'. Maybe I will do it right here, right now. Maybe every body does it. Or it just happens without us meaning to do it. Maybe it is just my hormones, just because I am who I am and you are who you are and I want you to understand what I'm feeling. Me, me, me. You, you, you.

Sunday night, one week before my cycle begins. And guess what? I stereo type people all the time. In a good sort of way.