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Ok, I've met someone like that before. This sounds like the kind of person who always wants to be in control, and always wants to be the center of attention. The unnerving thing is...it never stops. It is relentless. And you want to get through to the person inside. But maybe, just maybe, he has become his fabrication and can no longer separate.
The guy I knew also lied about things that way...also saying he couldn't remember. I also caught him in lies he never realized about. But in his case, it started small...and escalated to bigger more serious things. He was only a friend at the time, thankfully, otherwise god knows how he'd have messed up my head. I confronted him with an event and he flat out denied it, and refused to apologise for any of it. In the end, we stopped talking. As it was, I can only feel sad for him, for being trapped in this insane construct where he is always the protagonist and director. He was a nice guy, but when it got to the point of my mentally saying, listen, we're friends, it's ok to let up and just be you, he couldn't do it.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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