We should introduce him to my ex-wife. Their mutually interactive power of Denial could have interesting consequences for the entire space-time continuum. It would be a perfect experiment in the nature of Subjective Reality.
Before opening this thread I was gonna do what everyone else did and post the lies of heartbreaks, the ones that are so unbelievable you are hurt by both the lie and the disrespect with which the people who lie to you hold you in.
But your post reminded me of my brother in the early 80s, who tried to convince me the song with a female singer that went something like “I love the nightlife–you take my self, you take my self control” was the national anthem of Australia, and its refrain of “oh oh OH: oh OH oh” was a shout out to Aboriginal chanting. I steadfastly disbelieved him, knowing he was just trying to trick me, and later he made fun of me because he thought that I thought he thought that :rolleyes: Which wasn’t true either.
But what the heck, one lovelorn anecdote.
I was at a party with a girl whom I liked but did not like me in a sexual way (despite her always wanting to almost cyber-makeout whenever we IM’ed, and me never even initiating the IMs,) and I saw her and a boy, whom she hung out more in real life with than me but also wasn’t her official boyfriend, were hanging by the elevator about to go out.
She saw me while I was walking to my room, and when I came back she stopped me and asked if everything was okay. I said it was and just to make conversation I asked her where she was going, and she said she was going to her room to get a sweater. I didn’t want to necessarily go out on the town with them because we went out the day before to a lame place and if they were going there again I wouldn’t have asked if I could accompany them. (I later came to find out that she thought I was following her to “catch” her going out, which is false, I was going to my room for poker money.)
A half hour later she came back up to the party room to meet with the other people she was going out on the town with and they left.
A good friend got pregnant and married Steve when she was 20. They divorced after a couple of years.
Many years later, she marries Bob. Shortly after, she told me that Bob doesn’t know about her first marriage. I said “He knows about your son though, doesn’t he?” “Oh yeah, he knows about that, they’re actually pretty close.”
I asked her why she didn’t want Bob to know she’d been married to Steve. “I don’t want Bob to think I was stupid enough to marry Steve.” So it’s okay to be “stupid enough” to get pregnant by him, but not okay to be married to him? People puzzle me sometimes.
More in the spirit of the OP – when I as in summer camp one year, there was a girl in my unit from France. For about a week she had almost everyone in our unit convinced that school children wore diapers to class so that they wouldn’t miss any lessons by going to the bathroom during school.
This one would probably get the girl beat up if she repeated it now.
A good friend of mine in middle school and high school lied all the time, usually about things that no one could confirm, or wanted to go to the effort of confirming (“I met a guy name so-and-so, he lives in that place, etc”). Most were somewhat unbelievable, but she was a friend, and so we gave her the benefit of the doubt. By the sophomore year in high school, however, every one just accepted that unless someone else verified what she said, it didn’t happen.
The worst one she ever told was on 9/11, our freshman year in high school. She told her friends, me included, that she had an uncle that worked in the WTC. As the day went on, she “remembered” that her aunt and their two small children would go visit daddy in his office on whatever day of the week that was, in the morning. This entire thing was a total and complete fabrication.
In her defense, she was spinning this one before anyone truly had a grasp on the magnitude of what had happened. I think it was her way of diverting some of the attention from the TVs.
In any case, that just stacks with the ones she told about her mother needing organ transplants and possibly dying in 6 months, and a whole host of others.
I had a very smart friend in elementary school who at the age of 7 or 8 would make me believe the craziest things. His tales were actually pretty cool; there are two that I really remember:
-He said that scientists had discovered a massive shark the size of a blue whale (distant relative to the Megalodon) that would terrorize beachgoers by using its fins to push itself around on land for an hour before slinking back into the ocean. Wanting to become a marine biologist at the time, I was amazed.
-He also said that a man was typing furiously on a keyboard at work when his exhausted hands collapsed on the keyboard, somehow bringing up the 4th dimension. Unfortunately because it was discovered in such a random way, nobody could figure out the keystrokes it would take to reopen the inter-dimensional portal.
Unfortunately as a kid I loved reading and was to young to not be gullible, meaning that instead of being afraid of just the dark in 1st grade I also had to hide from the Jersey Devil, The Mothman, The Goatman, Chupacabras, and plenty of other frightening beasts I probably shouldn't have even known about yet.“You complete me.”
I had never seen Jerry McGuire.
blehhhhhh
A guy I dated whose family owned several mexican restaurants swore up and down that fajitas were pronounced FAH-GEE-TAHS. Goober.