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  •  I knew a compulsive liar (2+ / 0-)
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    howabout, mightymouse

    She lied about stuff that didn't even make any difference.  She would tell a story, and a week later tell the same story with different characters.

    "Get your story straight", I would think to myself, "so I can pretend to believe you."

    Everyone exaggerates, but most people know when they're doing it.  If a person doesn't know they're making stuff up, or they themselves are believing their own lies, at some point you question their sanity.

    •  My neighbor stops over to visit. (1+ / 0-)
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      mightymouse

      She is a nurse.

      Next time she is a police detective.

      The next time she is a counselor who works with special needs kids.

      Last time she was a Mafia wife.

      There is a definite psychological problem here.

      Lies can be mendacious or just screwy. I think Ryan does both.

      I do not include the category of lies where you are protecting yourself or others, because those are lies that are reasonable.

    •  Knew a guy in the apartment complex… (2+ / 0-)
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      mightymouse, laurnj

      …in which I lived in 1969. Fun guy, great party organizer—he was sort of the social captain of the place, which was basically a swinging singles complex.

      I got to know him a bit until I noticed some anomalies. One time he drove up in a brand new Corvette, said it was his—did I want to go for a ride. Never saw it again.

      One time we were talking about something and he pulled out a wad of bills that would have choked a horse (and they weren't singles). The next week he hit me up for a sawbuck to get him through the week.

      He told me his girlfriend had moved out and left her records and TV, and did I want to buy them. Ridiculous price for the lot, so I did. A couple of weeks later a strange girl knocked on the door asking if I'd bought some stuff from Butch. It turned out to be hers and he'd sold them out from under her.

      I never understood the whole mechanism of pathological lying, but it was interesting in his case, because he always was able to back up a story—if only temporarily.

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