Being an only child you would think that I am very creative and imaginative. Well that creativity went a little wild in middle school when I made up a whole separate life for myself and convinced an acquaintance at school that it was all true.
We were in science class which was the most boring class ever made to a 7th grader. We were passing notes as usual when I was asked who I had a crush on. I hated that question. I barely knew this girl and don't even remember her name now so I was not about to share such "private" information. I decided to tell her that I didn't have a crush since I already had a boyfriend (a total lie). It then became clear that I needed to, of course, have this boyfriend go to a different school. And, why not include a female friend that was dating my ex who was still pining over me? That is an obvious jump right? I ended up with some huge elaborate story that involved me hanging out with this group of people most days after school.
This went on for weeks. We would pass notes in science class talking about how my imaginary boyfriend Brent got caught stealing from Walgreens and my ex boyfriend Mitch was fighting to get me back. I even went so far as to say I would try to set this girl up with my ex Mitch since she needed a boyfriend and I needed to get him off my back. This story was not even believable but I delivered it with such fake passion that she bought every word. I will tell you now, I am not a good liar. Even a stranger can look at my face and tell when I am lying so I am not sure why this girl thought I was telling the truth.
Once I started, I couldn't seem to stop. The stories kept getting more and more extravagant and unbelievable and this girl just kept eating it up. Now, I will make a point to say that I did not turn into some crazy person and start believing my own stories, this is not one of those kind of stories. Eventually I broke up with "Brent" and the gang stopped hanging out with me because of the awkward break up. That seemed to be the only way I could get myself out of this crazy lie. The girl and I continued to be "friends" until the next school year when we had different classes and I am still not sure whether she really believed me or was just playing along the whole time. Did I mention during this time I also started wearing those fake tattoos on my ankle that you apply with a wet paper towel? And what do you know, she thought it was real. A tribute to my boyfriend of course. I guess she didn't notice when it kept washing off every two days.
Regardless, I am not a good liar and don't know how I got myself into that situation. So, was I just an over imaginative child or am I really a compulsive liar in the making?
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