Do you know a pathological liar?

Are you sick and tired of the damage they are doing to others?

But most of them were obvious enough and bad at it so it didn't cause any damage.

Just a ploy to get attention. It was just sad... not damaging.

hence the Ex :D

Hence, too!

I won't say who she is but she has done great harm to me and my family.

one of the great things about being a person that doesn't need people is the ability to quickly identify and weed-out those that are not postive presences in our lives.

hence, i live a personal life that is free of assholes. well, except for me i guess.

Its sad and pathetic 2 always be coming across someone who makes up shit and passes it on 2 others. :grr:

Do tell! :D

But Id be calling them out

it ISN'T me . . .

I would think that P.L.'s must have a terrific memory to keep up with what they are spewing . . .

memory (these days) is not my strongest suit!!





sigh . . .

it read like some kind of paranoid fantasy.

very sad really

REALITY is bad enough.

go figure.

hope you're doing okay.

He claims to be a CIA agent, an exmarine, an assassin, went to MIT, played for the Bears, divorced his first wife because she was a lesbian. None of it is true. My mom got upset and researched it - the only thing close to the truth was that his brother went to MIT but dropped out in the first semester. She was gonna give all the evidence to her sister. I told her not to - if we figured it out than so has she. And she's willing to pretend to believe it to save her marriage. Not our business. He doesn't hurt anyone, just tries to make himself seem important. We let him get away with it. If that's what he needs to feel good about himself, it's OK.

Khash.

That, or I notice it and it BOTHERS me more than most people. Any way, I've encountered far more than my personal share, and it's number one on my HATE list, just above serial hypocrite.

or the US Government in general

One in college and one now. Both are equally as frustrating, but the one in college seems excusable because sometimes youth and stupidity (and lots of alcohol) can be used to wave off somebody else's stupid behavior years later. The one I know now is just a person I avoid as much as possible.

undiagnosed, untreated, and on power trips.

The only thing to do is to get away as quickly as feasible.

He would lie about the stupidest, most obscure and useless shit, I guess just to prove to himself that he could make people believe it.

I am especially resentful of the harm done to my kids!

And she is either still in prison or just released - credit card fraud. No reflection on me, though!

Naw, I just made that up.

(You know, if this was Star Trek and I was the Shat, your ears would be smoking by now).

It's all pretty innocent. However, he can't open his mouth without telling a lie. It's usually made up stuff about thing's he done. Or actually, hasn't done. It's pretty funny sometimes.

He's actually a real nice guy, but I have a distinct feeling he has a tendancy to BS about wild stories.

Such as: he's related to people in the mob, that he once was able to organize a campaign to have his name written in as a candidate for mayor in Philadelphia and got several thousand votes, and that he once walked from Jacksonville to Daytona Beach on foot in less than 4 hours (a 100 mile walk).

Fortunately, I met each of them only once.

Both of them spun yarns, exaggerating their real biographies to give themselves qualifications that they didn't have.

The first was a personals date in Portland who started out telling me that he was an associate professor of art history. He lost me when he tried to claim that the U.S. Army put him through an M.A. in art history at Oxford. I gave him such a look that he put down money for his coffee and walked out without a word. Later he placed another ad in which he claimed to be a restorer of Baroque and Roccoco houses--in Portland. I listened to his Personals voice mail just to make sure, and yes, it was him.

The second was a prospective student at one of the colleges where I taught Japanese. The admissions office sent him to me to discuss the Japanese program. He told me that he was from a wealthy New York family, and that he "could have went" to any college in the country but he liked the Pacific Northwest. (Do you see two dead giveaways in that sentence?*) He went on to say that his family had sent him to study beginning Japanese at the "University of Okinawa" and that he had continued his studies at Yale. When I asked him what college he had been in, he said, "Yale is a university." (More dead giveaways here. Can you spot them?**) Having done my graduate work at Yale, I had great fun stringing him along and almost as much fun sharing the story with a colleague who had also done graduate work at Yale.

Explanation of dead giveaways:
* I've known people who really were from wealthy New York families, and they would never brag about it. Second, they would never say "I could have went," at least not more than once without being sternly corrected.

** Universities in Japan don't teach beginning Japanese except for a few officially bilingual schools. Foreign students enter after learning Japanese elsewhere. There is a university in Okinawa, but that's not what it's called. It's called "the University of the Ryukyus." In Yale-speak, asking "What college are you in?" refers to one's residential college. All undergraduates are assigned to a residential college in their admissions letter, so no real Yalie would make that mistake.

I'm go by the definition of a pathological liar as being someone who lies all the time and actually does believe their own lies. I'm not sure if that's the clinical definition, but it's what I heard years ago.

I've met plenty of the other kind, some of whom seem to lie constantly to gain an advantage (con artists, basically) and some of whom just seem to feel the need to impress (complete strangers, even), or some such pointless motivation. Both kinds are in extreme abundance here in Las Vegas.

The best and most chronic example of a pathological liar that I've yet met, I think, was when I was in Sang Bang...Dang Gong...actually, I was all over the place, a lot of places, with the Green Berets, Special Unit Battalions Commando Airborne Tactics Specialist Tactics Unit Battalion. Yeah, it was real hush hush. I was Agent Orange. Special Agent Orange, that was me.

and she was on top of that a very very irritating person to be around.

my husband had a temp job in another city and rented a room and bath w/kitchen privileges from her (and her husband). The husband was a sweetheart, and it was a nice house convenient location, and they were Democrats too, and it was an election year. Before I met her the first time, he warned me about this tendency to lie, which I sort of took with a grain of salt...boy was I wrong.

examples of her "exaggerations"

I commented on a ring she wore that had some small rubies in it and it turns out these rubies were personally smuggled out of Cambodia by a friend of hers while he was serving in VietNam, this would of course have been after the borders were closed to Cambodia, and no soldier could get INTO Cambodia, much less personally smuggle rubies.

She was in town and bullied me into an outing with our kids (and I don't bully easily, I was still at the point I was trying tolerate her out of consideration for my husband) and we met at my church parking lot because my daughter was in choir rehearsal that afternoon. Now I belong to a United Methodist church, really pretty, old, gothic style and large. It is an impressive building .

So she immediately told me this story about her uncle in Illinois whose funeral was so important the archbishop of all the Methodists conducted the services, and she went on about the outfits etc. When she wound down, I just looked at her and said "We don't HAVE archbishops, never have, never will. There is no such thing; I would imagine he was probably Episcopalian."

Now granted these are not life changing fibs and falsehoods, they are whoppers of exaggeration but I swear every time we were ever with this couple at least one of these 'stories' was told. I began to take a malicious delight in sabotaging her lies, which no doubt contributed to shoring up my resolve to never see this woman again. It got to be a mental bet with myself as to how long it would take her to come up with a new and even more inventive story.

The # 1 reason I just refused to ever have anything to do with her again was not the lies though; it was her uncanny ability to ruin an outing by being excessively rude to wait staff, docents, ticket takers, for really silly stuff (like not having exotic teabags at an ethnic restaurant) I really got tired of that. My daughter was around 8,9 maybe 10 yrs old over the time we were interacting with her and she was hilariously spot on in catching the bad behaviour, and making great comments about it as soon as we were back in my car, alone.

So I honestly do not know how all this damaged others, other than to irritate the daylights out of me and my daughter; I just hope to heck she wasn't doing this about other people's business, as in the workplace. She's pretty toxic so I can only guess what it must be like to work with her.

He would always make up these crazy stories whenever we would be invited to go to the White House to meet with the Illumnati. Very embarassing.