No one could tell David that he was a liar; they refused to put up with such a headache. Every time he opened his mouth, everyone around him rolled their eyes. He had not always been such a character, yet for some reason he found it necessary to develop such a habit. He lived alone and preferred it that way; no one who trusted a liar would believe his living situation. He was afraid of Life, afraid that his lack of involvement would lead to such a revelation that he was fearful of every day. To lie meant freedom from rules that he imagined were there and ironically, everyone knew it. That was the beginning of a new form of Greek Tragedy.