I had a friend in college who, as it turned out, spent years lying to everyone, with increasingly incredible stories about how and why she was persecuted by various and sundry people and groups. College was the first time I'd had a large, close group of friends, and I was still of the mindset that friends wouldn't lie to you. Especially about important things. Which is probably true, but people pretending to be friends (because they love to watch you fall over yourself to help) totally will. She later told me that, sure, she'd lied a lot, but I'd said I wanted to have an exciting life and she was just trying to help.

I was remarkably unappreciative of the effort to which she had gone.

I did get a small speck of lavender massage oil in my violet eyes.

Woe! Whatever will you do?!

The only person I can think of who I know who had a drawn-out lie like that in real life was a friend of my sister's from college, who was on College Jeopardy (that part was true) and told her friends that she'd used the money she won to go to Mexico and buy a burro. She'd have periodic updates on how the burro was getting to where she lived, and how the burro was growing, and all sorts of stuff like that. Turned out she'd actually just put the money in a savings account for grad school, and wanted to see how long she could keep people believing the burro story.

I'd said I wanted to have an exciting life and she was just trying to help.

Ugh.

My high school girlfriend once got mad at me for believing all the lies she told over a six-month period.

eta; Mostly it was lies about the other guy she was seeing.

The real reason is that he's already married

Oh, dear sweet jebuslug. That's so sad. And awful.

I wish I were Scrappy and could turn my life into something fabulous. But I'm just too depressed about it to bother. This whole situation with the job dragging out forever has just ground me down, to the point where I stood in front of my closet this morning and considered wearing jeans and a t-shirt to the office because "I'm just invisible," I said.

Which is, frankly, not true. But I don't work actively with many people in my physical office--I spend a lot of time on the phone with the field staff, and non-profits, and stuff. But most of them never see me, so it doesn't much matter what I wear, except to convince myself I'm still a professional.

But seriously, Rio isn't married to Bob Saget, either.

My whole worldview is shattered!!

She'd have periodic updates on how the burro was getting to where she lived, and how the burro was growing, and all sorts of stuff like that. Turned out she'd actually just put the money in a savings account for grad school, and wanted to see how long she could keep people believing the burro story.

That seems harmless enough. I'm assuming she didn't get distraught about mysterious burro ailments and hit people up for drinks and/or chocolate on the strength of it.

I didn't interact much with were-monkey dude as I think he was around mostly during a gray period for me. It does feel like betrayal in a close-knit Internet community to have someone misrepresenting himself to that degree.

My whole worldview is shattered!!

I'm starting to suspect that Rio is lying about not being married to Bob Saget. Do we really have any evidence that she isn't? It just seems really unlikely. Not as unlikely as Jesse not being a cowgirl, but still pretty damn hard to believe.

That seems harmless enough. I'm assuming she didn't get distraught about mysterious burro ailments and hit people up for drinks and/or chocolate on the strength of it.

No. It was weird, but harmless, and a bit entertaining -- you could always get a good story if you asked her how the burro was doing.