Miss Mango

What lies, if any, have been told about you? Was the lie absurd, hurtful, infuriating, or downright ludicrous? Is it something that actually could have happened but didn't?

My best friend during adolescence is a compulsive liar. (This, among other things, is why she is no longer a friend of any sort.) She lied about anything and everything, and often wove me into her fabricated tales (usually when I wasn't around).

If the storyline required it, she would tell me to whom the lie was told, what the cock-and-bull story was, my role in the fictional account, and what I should say should the person or persons ask about it. I hated it and did my best to deny these untruths or not go along with them. In fact, there were so many lies that I couldn't remember the details anyway!

(Unfortunately, I'll never know how many falsehoods she spread featuring me as a star or supporting character when I wasn't present. Oh well.)

I'd have to say my all time favorite was the time I "saved her life."
This one happened when I was around 15. She moved away and I didn't drive, so to visit I needed a ride. Her new boyfriend offered to take me. I was hesitant to accept, dreading a long drive with him for certain reasons. Two of them are important to the situation I faced:

- "What the hell am I going to talk about with this dude? I don't really know this guy!"
- He had a speech impediment, making it difficult for me to understand 100% of what he said. (As I got to know him, I was able to understand him about 99% of the time.)

I accepted the ride, during which we started to get to know each other better. Somehow the topic turned to him swearing if anyone ever hurt my friend, he would either beat or kill them. And if someone ever hurt me, he'd do the same. Because he was just like me!

He said something along the lines of, "I'll never forget that you saved Lee Ann's life. You were so brave and that's what I would have done."
Me: "Huh?"
Him: "You know, when you took that baseball bat and beat Tommy up. It's a good thing you were there to protect her, he could have killed her!"
Me, thinking I misunderstood him because of the speech impediment: "Who's Tommy? What are you talking about?!"

The following scene never happened:

During one of my previous visits, "Tommy" came to LA's home in the country with the intention of killing her. He might have been wielding a weapon of some sort. I can't remember who she claimed this fictional person was. An ex-boyfriend? A member of the "gang she'd [not] been in"? The possibilities seem endless.

Her dog was tied up, but he was barking like mad and warned us of the approaching danger. "Tommy" may have even hurt the dog...

"Tommy" tried to attack her, but was no match for me. I'd grabbed a baseball bat and proceeded to beat him senseless with it, disregarding my own safety to fight for our survival. I was yelling things at him during my assault, telling him he'd made a mistake messing with her and me, I'd kill him if I saw him again, things of that nature.

He ran away and never came back.

I was sitting in the passenger seat looking puzzled by this saga. As her boyfriend recounted the story, it started to sound vaguely familiar. She must have told me about this on a previous occasion, in case it ever came up. Of course I had better things to do than keep track of her tall tales; it went in one ear and out the other.

The fact that he had to "remind" me of my heroic act should have clued him in to the spurious nature of the information.

It didn't.

He also didn't believe me when I said it didn't happen. They eventually married, and AFAIK they still are, and he still thinks I saved her life.

Carno

^ Hahaha.... Wow, that is pretty crazy.

I don't know of any lies that people have said about me. Either there are none (which I doubt), or nobody ever bothers to tell me when people are lying about me.

ShaniFaye

thats one fucked up girl

I keep hearing this rumor being spread around that Im nice....if you hear it, dont believe it

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DaveOrion

Nobody believes that BS Shani! I wont tell anybody that you were nice to me......ooops!

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scarglitter

Many untrue things have been said about me. I think in the long run, it made me stronger and more independent.

At the time, however, I questioned myself a lot. I had a lot of hatred for myself and those who hurt me. It took a long time before I felt comfortable trusting people. I just did not understand what was going on, why I was picked to harass. However, I was probably just an easy target because I was so passive.
Throughout the first years of high school, there were rumors that I was a slut, easy, etc. However, I was a shy virgin! The major misconception was that because most of my friends were male, I had to be sleeping with them. Why else would anyone want to be around me?
Also, because I was so shy/quiet, a lot of people spread rumors that I was a stupid ditz. However, I was always in the enriched/honors programs, so how these rumors lasted so long is beyond me! I guess I do laugh and smile a lot, but life is too short to take everything so seriously.

While it was tough being called a slut and threatened physically as I walked down the halls in high school, I truly learned how to be independent and not care what anyone says/thinks. It is funny - it seems once I stopped truly caring (and moved to another school district), people started recognizing that I was not an unintelligent easy ditz, but rather a quiet friendly nerd!

Sorcha

I can't remember specifics mostly. I did have a friend who never accepted the blame for anything. Thus, it was always me that got in trouble. She later became my roommate. Geh.

I do remember one specific from in college. Same girl was fooling around with the campus drug dealer and his roommate (at different times). She told them that I didn't like them, so they weren't allowed in my room. She said that I was a prude and didn't allow boys to come into our room. I didn't like them, and I thought she was a fool for having anything to do with them. They both had infamous reputations, were seniors, drug dealers (came to our room high several times) and one of them had a girlfriend! Never said they couldn't come over, it wasn't my place. Just said I didn't like them.

Didn't really care what she said about me, so long as it kept her from getting raped/killed. Swear to god, I felt like a babysitter with her. That girl had terrible taste in men, and it continued even when we were not roommates anymore.

She also told other people I didn't like them, that I was soooo mean to her, etc etc. I made a lot of enemies because of her. Not to toot my own horn, but I'm really a pretty nice, compassionate person. I've never made an enemy on my own. With her help though, I made several. Especially when we split and went our separate ways sophomore year.

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Mister Coaster

One I can think of offhand was when I was working at a big-chain Supermarket. The boss hated me since day-one on the job for no apparent reason, and therefore I never got any real promotions, just a half-assed one where I still tended to get screwed. Anyway, one day another guy with the same job as me took a couple of dozen eggs and threw them all over the back room, making a pretty noticable mess. This dude was a "golden boy" in the boss' eyes, and could do no wrong. Well I knew him better and knew immediedately that he did it. I don't know if someone simply lied and said I did it or if the boss just made up his mind that it "must have been Mr Coaster." I was up for a review and the boss flat out accused me of it, "Well, then theres the egg incodent," which is why I didn't get a promotion. I asked him who told him that and he didn't say. I was 100% innocent, but still got blamed.

True, it was a shitty job. True, I hated the place & the boss. True, I was a hotheaded punk at the time. But I had always followed a simple rule... Don't shit where you sleep. I knew better than to do something like that right there.

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Siege

The only "lies" that i've heard about myself are stories people make up about my presence on the court.

i actually find it amusing to hear these stories... they all make me sound like i'm actually good... hahaha

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ngdawg

Except for the honors classes, this is me...how wierd.
I was called a 'slut' in high school as well and I never had a date! I was a virgin until I was almost 19. I was extremely shy( a friend called it 'painfully shy');if anyone talked to me, I blushed and hid under my hair.
I too had been threatened to get beaten up several times-I have no clue why. When I walked away from one girl determined to punch me out between classes, I was 'congratulated' for doing so by a couple of kids. I was too shook up to respond! I hated high school for those reasons.
There will always be lies or at least misconceptions-we all make them when we don't take the time to know one another or know why they do what they do.

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MSD

I've been called gay, a nazi, an idiot, a right-wing nut, a left-wing nut, a psycopath, a future serial killer, and a future recipient of the Darwin Award. The last one is probably true, but the rest are insulting (being gay isn't a problem to me, but it was to the people who have accused me of it.) I've even had a small cult worship me as the antichrist until I convinced them to stop.

Miss Mango

All by the same people?

Crack

You might have convinced a few of us, but you can never silence everyone!

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MSD

No, not by the same people. I was a big target in middle school and high school. I might mention that the cult people were all constantly high on various things and one was eventually expelled for telling the headmaster of our school that everyone needed to leave so he could set bombs for when the aliens come. He had apparently chugged a family-size bottle of Robutussin before that one.
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little_tippler

I have a couple.

When I was 17 I gained a lot of weight because I became ill and had to take medication that made me balloon up from 45 kg to 55 kg (I'm 5'4") and a couple of months later it reached my ears that apparently kids in school had been commenting that maybe I had got knocked up


When I was 22 I went to a summer music festival with a group of people I didn't know very well, and when I hooked up with one of the guys in the group, he turned to me at one point and said: "you're a really nice girl. I thought you'd be a big snob". When I asked him why he'd say that he said "well (insert names of girls I knew here)) said that you were just a rich mommy's girl who didn't have any other friends to come with and came along for the ride as a favour". Insert dropping jaw here. Needless to say I never spoke to the bitches again.

That's it I think.

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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

Hektore

Only two come to mind really, first over my junior year and the summer thereafter I wanted to start on the football team so I went to lifting weights. I went 4 days a week without miss for nine months. I lifted as hard as I possibly could and ate like a horse. In less than a year I put on nearly 75 pounds (~140 -> ~215, and maintained a sub 18% body fat. It was widely known (to everyone but me) that I did roids all summer and that is why I got so big. Truth of the story is I never had so much as a protein shake, just worked my ass off at least 2 hours total working out each trip (not all lifting). I found out when someone asked me where I got my stuff, because they wanted to try it.

Second, and this one still irritates me, I have a sister who is about 20 months younger than I. We had a mutual friend A (or so I thought) whom my sister told that I had said to her (my sister) that she was to no longer see our friend A at all. There was various other gibberish but that was the gist of it. Completely untrue, what irritates me is former friend A freaked and just came at me yelling and accusatory. Never a 'hey, I was told this happened', or 'this is what your sister said', I was just assumed to be the asshole. Former friend A...

Other than that, I don't know that anyone has ever taken an interest in anything I've done.

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