Habitual liars

[ghostrunner]

The best grade school lie i ever heard was a friend who told me his grandma had a life size X Wing and Tie Fighter in her "garage."

The closest thing I've seen to that is now Travolta's house.

[Leroy]

I think jim is a very well informed poster, and one of the best moderators around.

And that is not just at GRB, I'm talking about the whole internet.

[Bo Hart]

A friend of mine is the same way. He lies and lies and lies. His lies are more subtle, but they still drive me off the wall. He's just one of those people that feels the need to exaggerate his stories so that he doesn't feel insignificant if the real version was boring.

Here's an example:

Our bosses at work (he's also a coworker, by the way) hate it when we group up and work together, out of fear of leaving the store relatively empty and susceptible to theft. Anyway, one day at work there were a group of three people talking. One of our managers started walking towards them, and they all scattered like cockroaches.

Later that day, I heard him tell the story:
"So yeah, there were four people standing there, and then everyone ran off."

And then the next day:
"So all of a sudden the manager comes by, and this big group of five people all scatter off."

I called him on his bluff and he said, "oh, well I mean, I was nearby so I counted myself, and then there was a person standing with the group that had just left." Lies to patch up his botched lies.


I know from the outside I come off as anal to get angry over something so trivial, but if you knew the guy you'd know that a very large percentage of his stories feature embellishments.

[Radbird]

I wear the "magnum" size of Mark Littell's Nutty Buddy.

It works even though it's a little snug.

Yeah, that's the ticket...

[sighyoung]

When I was growing up, I had a neighbor who was a constant liar. He was about five years older, and lived two doors down.

In the early 70's, when there was a mild earthquake, he claimed that he caused it when his chemistry set exploded.

A few years later, my mother told me to avoid him--he did something unspeakable to his dog, so that it had to be euthanized.

After his father died, he let his house fall apart, and the city seized it for back taxes.

[Sutter'sBeard]

The "liar guy" has followed me throughout my life. It seems that when I get one out of my life, another one replaces him. I understand and exageration or a white lie or two, but I just don't understand people who lie for the f**k of it. I really believe that they get off thinking that they pulled one over on you. The salesmen two doors down is my current "liar guy". He lies about the stupidest things. The last one I remember was him telling me he pissed next to Dusty Baker at a St. Louis resturant. Why make that sh*t up?

[jim]

I guess there are various reasons for it, but the guy I'm talking about I'm convinced just wants to hear himself talking and needs to make stuff up to keep it going. The guy is like deranged with how much he talks.

I messed with him once, he was giving me advice on a real estate purchase by of course going through his triumphs. As he told me how much he would bid on the house based on his previous real estate conquests, I just made stuff up. "The house is half eaten with termites". "The guy across the street has about 8 junk cars in the front yard". "The current owner is into gothic stuff and has spooky stuff like skulls and crossbones all over the house"

Just hilarious to see him sort of stop for a nano second mid breath and then come back with a new offer that I should make. But it barely slowed him up, the information just spewed forth.

[sighyoung]

I guess there are various reasons for it, but the guy I'm talking about I'm convinced just wants to hear himself talking and needs to make stuff up to keep it going. The guy is like deranged with how much he talks.

I messed with him once, he was giving me advice on a real estate purchase by of course going through his triumphs. As he told me how much he would bid on the house based on his previous real estate conquests, I just made stuff up. "The house is half eaten with termites". "The guy across the street has about 8 junk cars in the front yard". "The current owner is into gothic stuff and has spooky stuff like skulls and crossbones all over the house"

Just hilarious to see him sort of stop for a nano second mid breath and then come back with a new offer that I should make. But it barely slowed him up, the information just spewed forth.

I'm wondering if your co-worker is manic depressive, particularly with his seemingly endless need to talk and make stuff up.

He could also have pseudologica fantastica, which was something my former sister-in-law was diagnosed with--you know, the one who ran off with my nephew to California in the middle of the night.

[jim]

I guess there are various reasons for it, but the guy I'm talking about I'm convinced just wants to hear himself talking and needs to make stuff up to keep it going. The guy is like deranged with how much he talks.

I messed with him once, he was giving me advice on a real estate purchase by of course going through his triumphs. As he told me how much he would bid on the house based on his previous real estate conquests, I just made stuff up. "The house is half eaten with termites". "The guy across the street has about 8 junk cars in the front yard". "The current owner is into gothic stuff and has spooky stuff like skulls and crossbones all over the house"

Just hilarious to see him sort of stop for a nano second mid breath and then come back with a new offer that I should make. But it barely slowed him up, the information just spewed forth.

I'm wondering if your co-worker is manic depressive, particularly with his seemingly endless need to talk and make stuff up.

He could also have pseudologica fantastica, which was something my former sister-in-law was diagnosed with--you know, the one who ran off with my nephew to California in the middle of the night.

My neighbor has been diagnosed being a manic depressive, and she talks more than any human being I have ever heard. She talks alot about her meds. The difference between her and the guy in my office is she doesn't make stuff up. The only way I can describe it is like Kelly on the Office except at least three times as bad. But the guy that makes stuff up and brags about himself is much more difficult to take.

So I'm guessing this nonstop, don't take a breath talking is a symptom of manic depression?