KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2000
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Have you ever pretended to be someone you're not? Or lied about some important fact about yourself that might later (or already has) come back to haunt you? Are you doing it now?
Do you think that it's easy to stop lying? What do you think of people who have lied in the past, but profess to have quit? Have you ever been affected by someone who misrepresented themselves online?
I did, a long time ago. Lied, that is. I was in an IRC chat and in the Navy at the time. I was terrified that someone would find me, so I lied and said I was single and living in the barracks. Married people don't live in the barracks, or so I thought. No, the StudMuffin was driving a big rig at the time, so I didn't have the comfort of my own personal bodyguard. I didn't like the lies very much because it was hard to rebuff people who couldn't understand why I didn't want a relationship. Eventually I manufactured a "fiancee," the StudMuffin, who lived in the barracks as well. Shortly after that I got out of the Navy and moved. There was a big brouhaha with my chat friends and someone hacked someone else's computer and formatted the C: drive or something and I left. I came here and found a home. I am ever so glad that I decided to not continue the fiction, even though it was my first instinct and the StudMuffin was still truck driving at the time.
Do you think that it's easy to stop lying? What do you think of people who have lied in the past, but profess to have quit? Have you ever been affected by someone who misrepresented themselves online?
I did, a long time ago. Lied, that is. I was in an IRC chat and in the Navy at the time. I was terrified that someone would find me, so I lied and said I was single and living in the barracks. Married people don't live in the barracks, or so I thought. No, the StudMuffin was driving a big rig at the time, so I didn't have the comfort of my own personal bodyguard. I didn't like the lies very much because it was hard to rebuff people who couldn't understand why I didn't want a relationship. Eventually I manufactured a "fiancee," the StudMuffin, who lived in the barracks as well. Shortly after that I got out of the Navy and moved. There was a big brouhaha with my chat friends and someone hacked someone else's computer and formatted the C: drive or something and I left. I came here and found a home. I am ever so glad that I decided to not continue the fiction, even though it was my first instinct and the StudMuffin was still truck driving at the time.