Outrageous Liars

Justamum

hemophobic wrote: »

When I was at school (year 11) me and my friend were talking in the corridor looking at an atlas on the wall , when she told me that her dad lives in Australia and she goes to visit him some weekends.

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building_with_lego wrote: »

Same chap eats a baby bath full of sprouts every Christmas at his Nan's,

I wouldn't like to be downwind of him then :rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

Justamum

barbiedoll wrote: »

He was listening agog and eventually he asked me how I managed to reach the pedals as I was so "petite"

I told him that I glued wooden blocks to my shoes................:D

My MIL was a medical officer for the Peace Corps in South Africa and had to drive a Landcruiser to get to some remote parts - not HGV I know, but still quite large. She was only 4' 11", so when she needed to use the pedals she had to stand up!

Justamum

FatVonD wrote: »

I really did just laugh out loud when I read your signature, I love it!

I 'borrowed' it from somewhere else

TooAshamedToBeNamed

I'm going to do something I haven't seen yet in this thread (although I have only read the first few pages before feeling compelled to answer) I'm going to admit to having been one of these people before.

I have in the past told horrific lies, I wont list them but yes I covered all the common themes, death and illness/owning everything and anything/knowing it all and having every possible previous occupation/saving people/miraculous coincidences/and the mini mundane lies as well that seem really pointless (well even more pointless)

I wont go in depth but considering how easy I have found it to stop doing this I believe it is not always a symptom of someone's personality but often a response or survival instinct. I cant pretend to understand fully but I know my experiences kicked off after my Dad had major surgery and there was a lot of pressure on me to grow up quickly and 'run the house' it wasn't too bad at that point, but I later found myself in an emotionally abusive relationship and that's where it spiralled out of control and stayed there for years.

Quite recently, I met someone else who called me up on it, made it very clear when he knew I was lying but didn't make a big deal of it, also highlighting his feelings and reactions towards me would be the same regardless of my lies or reality (sorry tats badly worded, hope you can understand what I mean) it didn't happen overnight but at some point it must of worked its way itno my thick head because I just stopped doing it and haven't felt compelled to since.

Its something I've got a genuine interest in now and would love to learn more but despite my previous claims of studying a psychology degree but missing exams due to a major disaster I had to help in so not receiving the certificates (and having a far too busy life to resit), I really have no knowledge in this area, however I'm always more than willing to honestly talk about my experiences with anyone genuinely studying/working in the field.

heretolearn_2

I watched catfish on tv last night - where they look into dodgy online relationships and find out what's really going on. The woman there sounds very similar - she was basically honest about her identity and her feelings for the man, but had made up all sorts of stupid lies about other things. She'd been doing it for years and got very upset really, I can't normally stand a liar but did feel a bit sorry for her. Essentially it came from her past and never feeling that the real her would be good enough for anyone. I think it was a wake up call for her and it seems, on the surface, that she decided to try and put that behind her. Even her friends were saying 'she's a good person, but....' don't trust her.

The couple ended up together in the end, which was nice to see.

I don't understand why people lie in this way really, I suppose it's either a nasty manipulative person, or someone with self-esteem issues being a bit silly. But unfortunately the end result is the same - no one trusts you.

TooAshamedToBeNamed

heretolearn wrote: »

I watched catfish on tv last night - where they look into dodgy online relationships and find out what's really going on. The woman there sounds very similar - she was basically honest about her identity and her feelings for the man, but had made up all sorts of stupid lies about other things. She'd been doing it for years and got very upset really, I can't normally stand a liar but did feel a bit sorry for her. Essentially it came from her past and never feeling that the real her would be good enough for anyone. I think it was a wake up call for her and it seems, on the surface, that she decided to try and put that behind her. Even her friends were saying 'she's a good person, but....' don't trust her.

The couple ended up together in the end, which was nice to see.

I don't understand why people lie in this way really, I suppose it's either a nasty manipulative person, or someone with self-esteem issues being a bit silly. But unfortunately the end result is the same - no one trusts you.

I think quite often its someone with self esteem issues BECAUSE of a nasty manipulative person!

I do understand (and agree with) your opinion and unfortunately its almost impossible to describe the 'why' to someone who hasn't been in that position. Many of us were at a stage where we feel people don't doubt what you say and that repeating the lie to another person makes it more true, and ironically in my case I craved trust and many of my mis-truths were constructed to make me appear life a more trustworthy and honest person.

Another problem is even after stopping I found it almost impossible to admit to what I had been doing (I can honestly say I haven't lied in over 3 years and only even been tempted a couple of times yet I feel I can only be so open here as it is an anonymous forum) I can also see the attraction of 'lying' about the reasons why I used to lie as it is so difficult to understand, fortunately I have felt able to admit a lot of the time I don't know exactly what made me say a lot of the things I did.

Trust is an issue, but there are different types of trust, the friends in my life who know I used to do this know I am actually a decent person, I do care, and with the things that matter they do trust me. The partner who helped me trusted me not to cheat, his family trusted me to care for their children, everyone I know trusts me not to steal from them and do anything I tell them I will. . . They just take any passing comments I make with a pinch of salt! But, I can live with that, they were good enough to be patient and let me work through this when they could of just shunned me, having to be patient and earn their trust back really isnt the end of the world, im lucky they are giving me the chance to.

sassyblue

Katgrit wrote: »

I used to work with someone (a 65 year old podgy balding bloke) who:

Landed a harrier jump jet on a aircraft carrier in the north sea.
Docked the QE2 into Portsmouth harbour when the captain got sick.
Conducted the Vienna Orchestra, after the conductor saw him tutting at his time keeping and stepped down offering the baton to my colleague and saying if he thought he would do a better job to try.
Got a lift home from the theatre after Benny Hill stopped in his limo and offered him a lift in the rain.
Bumped into the Queen in a sweetshop in Balmoral.
Had sex with the whole British female syncronised swimming team after he found them rehersing in the hospital swimming pool in the middle of the night once when he was on-call.
Erm...what else was their???
The IRA were once planning a major bombing campaign on the local shopping centre, and the death toll was going to be so high the SAS used his garage to store all the bodybags in. And their weapons.
About 15 years ago he bought a car with parking sensors (when the were still relatively new things) and I mentioned that my Dad had also bought the same car the week ealier. He then proceeded to tell me abou the tv camera that Renault had inserted into his bumper so he could see what he was reversing towards, as he wasn't happy with the sensitivity of the standard beeper.
Special branch once installed micro cameras in his garage door lock to spy on someone they thought was stealing the newspapers from the recycling box.
Oh, his son went to the cinema once, and there was a empty seat next to his. And half way through the film Joanna Lumley slipped quietly into the seat next to him, did a double take and said "Hang on, I recognise you, aren't you XXXX XXXXXX's son?.
Same son go kidnapped by some spies, or currupt police, I can't remember.
He wore shammy leather underpants because he cycled so quickly they were the only thing that would stop him sweating.
He was Irish dancing champion, and has patent leather shiny black buckle shoes presented to him as a momento.
He was late for work once because a seagul flew in through his open sunroof and he panicked and crashed the car.
Also late because as he was going round the ringroad a wheel trim came off, so he to drive all the way round again to pick it up. But then another fell off, so all the way round again to find it....and carried on with each wheel trim falling off on each of the laps round the ring road.
Late back from lunch because while he was in town at lunch the council roadworks dept dug a trench around his car.
And another time because there was a bomb evacuation on the high street.
And my favourite one of all....
He was 1983 Norh of England Caravan pulling champion.

I was once working the overnight Christmas eve shift, and he arrived late for his 9am Christmas day shift. Why? Because there was an steam train being exhibited at a local steam fair (on Christmas eve don't forget) and some valve had broken and the pressure was buidling up, so they rang him in deperation to stop it exploding. And as it was such a big steam engine it would have exploded and taken out most of the midlands in one big "kaboom". But luckily he arrived in time to avert disaster!! Christmas day was saved! :T

OMG that's hilarious, some people. :rotfl:

mrcow

Katgrit wrote: »

I used to work with someone (a 65 year old podgy balding bloke) who:

Landed a harrier jump jet on a aircraft carrier in the north sea.
Docked the QE2 into Portsmouth harbour when the captain got sick.
Conducted the Vienna Orchestra, after the conductor saw him tutting at his time keeping and stepped down offering the baton to my colleague and saying if he thought he would do a better job to try.
Got a lift home from the theatre after Benny Hill stopped in his limo and offered him a lift in the rain.
Bumped into the Queen in a sweetshop in Balmoral.
Had sex with the whole British female syncronised swimming team after he found them rehersing in the hospital swimming pool in the middle of the night once when he was on-call.
Erm...what else was their???
The IRA were once planning a major bombing campaign on the local shopping centre, and the death toll was going to be so high the SAS used his garage to store all the bodybags in. And their weapons.
About 15 years ago he bought a car with parking sensors (when the were still relatively new things) and I mentioned that my Dad had also bought the same car the week ealier. He then proceeded to tell me abou the tv camera that Renault had inserted into his bumper so he could see what he was reversing towards, as he wasn't happy with the sensitivity of the standard beeper.
Special branch once installed micro cameras in his garage door lock to spy on someone they thought was stealing the newspapers from the recycling box.
Oh, his son went to the cinema once, and there was a empty seat next to his. And half way through the film Joanna Lumley slipped quietly into the seat next to him, did a double take and said "Hang on, I recognise you, aren't you XXXX XXXXXX's son?.
Same son go kidnapped by some spies, or currupt police, I can't remember.
He wore shammy leather underpants because he cycled so quickly they were the only thing that would stop him sweating.
He was Irish dancing champion, and has patent leather shiny black buckle shoes presented to him as a momento.
He was late for work once because a seagul flew in through his open sunroof and he panicked and crashed the car.
Also late because as he was going round the ringroad a wheel trim came off, so he to drive all the way round again to pick it up. But then another fell off, so all the way round again to find it....and carried on with each wheel trim falling off on each of the laps round the ring road.
Late back from lunch because while he was in town at lunch the council roadworks dept dug a trench around his car.
And another time because there was a bomb evacuation on the high street.
And my favourite one of all....
He was 1983 Norh of England Caravan pulling champion.

I was once working the overnight Christmas eve shift, and he arrived late for his 9am Christmas day shift. Why? Because there was an steam train being exhibited at a local steam fair (on Christmas eve don't forget) and some valve had broken and the pressure was buidling up, so they rang him in deperation to stop it exploding. And as it was such a big steam engine it would have exploded and taken out most of the midlands in one big "kaboom". But luckily he arrived in time to avert disaster!! Christmas day was saved! :T

Oh my.

You couldn't make it up.......well, except of course, he did!

Hooda_Thunkit

I was passing Holly Willoughby's house when she came out with Kelly Brook. They saw how handsome I was and stopped to chat. They invited me in for coffee then ripped all their clothes off and took advantage of me for 7 hours before letting me go.
By the way, I'm in the SAS.

Liar? Moi?

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Callie22

I once (briefly) dated a rather odd bloke who would lie about practically everything. He had been in the military as a helicopter pilot, but then had 'left'. He would send pictures of himself with his new tattoos that had clearly been photoshopped. He'd lie about going abroad for work. He'd lie about being in this country for work. The crux came when he said that he'd been diagnosed with thyroid cancer, and he said that he'd been for surgery and was undergoing chemo and radiotherapy. However, I wasn't allowed to mention this to anyone as he was keeping this a secret from his family (who he lived with ...). Problem was, if you have your thyroid gland removed there's generally a scar and you're generally quite unwell afterwards. You also generally have to take thyroid medication for life. Things kind of unravelled a bit when he sent me photos with no scars showing, and when he knew nothing about living without a thyroid.