This thread was inspired by the bond theme ‘license to kill’ turning up on my playlist…
An un-chosen (his mum was a friend of my mum, so we were sort of forced to be friends) friend once tried to convince me (and believe me he put his heart and soul into this) that the song ‘licence to kill’ is actually ‘licence to kilt’
It’s so long ago that I can’t remember the details (including his reasoning) but I do remember even then failing to be convinced. The only thing that makes this one stick out in my memory is how sure my ‘friend’ was.
This is very Stupid, but scorched on my memory because it was the first case of someone being hostile about a simple thing, and wrong, but quite bellignerant about it, which threw my innocent mind fer a loop:
I wrote some little story, and named a charachter “Clive”. Talked about it to my best friend, in the presence of her brother. He scoffed, “Clive??? that’s not a name. Nobody is named ‘Clive’, you’re an idiot.”
In my explaining that Clive was indeed a name, he then asked his Dad, an accomplished Air Force pilot , who backed him up by saying, no that’s Not a name.
High school me floundered. I was right, but, confronted by such upstanding souls, really wondered if I was right. I was so flabbergasted by their aggressive confidence that I doubted truth.
Live and learn. It was just so amazing to see someone hold on to their misguided “truth”. Young me didn’t fathom anyone yammering without good knowledge. I’m older and wiser now.
My childhood friend (son of my godmother) convinced me that he could see Superman flying above us and would tease me mercilessly because I couldn’t. To the point of tears!
She also destroyed personal property and lied about it. Repeatedly. Even after being caught doing it.
But the absolute worst was that while physically abusing ME during our relationship, she spent most of our short marriage repeatedly telling everyone who would listen that I was the one doing it to her. And they believed her.
There can be no worse lie or greater betrayal than to be made out to be a monster by someone who claims to love you.
There was a girl I was head over heels in love with. She told me she was falling in love with me–over dinner at a romantic Italian place. By candlelight. There was a sparkle in her eyes.
A couple of weeks later,she broke up with me. I asked what she meant that night in in the restaurant. “No,” she told me, “I said I might be falling in love. That’s different…”
As for myself, I was tricked by my girlfriend into believing a nun lived in the attic of her dormitory. The attic was only accessible by a trapdoor in the ceiling. I didn’t believe her at first but she SWORE it was the truth, three times. She denied me three times! J/K on that last part. She really did pull a fast one on me though.
I routinely told lies to my Japanese friend-girls. About everything! I would explain afterwards though, and I can’t remember any at the moment. Oh wait. We were out drinking in the wooded park before graduation, and I told them a story about how somebody was murdered there and how her ghost haunted the very spot we were sitting on. It was such a hokey story that I didn’t expect even their gullible selves to believe me, but they did. Hilarity ensued.
I’m not traumatized by it or anything but…we have a female acquaintance who has led us to believe she’s married to the guy she’s living with. However, we found out through an impeccably constructed chain of information (not “gossip”, you understand) that she is not in fact married to him, and that, quote, “I just told Ducky and Hubby that we were married because otherwise they’d be shocked.” Since she presented herself to us upon first acquaintance as a devout Church Lady, yeah, we’d be shocked.
But not horribly so. We’re grownups, we’re conversant with the idea that not everybody gets married, even Church Ladies.
I once had a girlfriend tell me she was pregnant, when she knew she wasn’t. She let me sweat for about 40 minutes before telling me she really wasn’t. I think she just wanted to see how I’d handle it. Later, we did have a kid together. I found out that time by making her take an EPT and show me.
No, I think it more relief, at the time. In retrospect I realized it was a really shitty thing to have done. But now that we’re tied to each other with mutual offspring, the things she’s pulled make that fake pregnancy scare look like a knock knock joke.