Since I am in a good mood today, I shall share a story with you.
There was once a duck that liked to lied. He lied so much that whatever he said sounded so convincing, people believed it. One day, he decided to lie that he can fly. He bragged about his wings and how beautiful it was in the sky. From his wild imagination, about how the world looked like from the sky and how the wind felt beneath his wings. I mean people obviously didn't believe him since they knew ducks couldn't fly. One day he was challenged to fly but all he could do was swim and quack in the pond. Therefore, he was taken out of the pond, his feathers plucked out, killed and then roasted.
The moral of the story is not to lie because some things just cannot be done.
Okay I know this is not really a good story since the Pinocchio story is much better but still, you get the point, don't you? Im too imaginative (thinking about the positive side of dire situations) for my own good. Thats all I can say. To think that you'd act like a bastard and maybe be like the duck in that story. I just hope you don't quack too much.
I was just a character in your story to make it more interesting but maybe its time you stopped manipulating me just to make your character in the story seem more superior.