Many years ago at university, I shared accommodation with someone who seemed to have led an extraordinary life..... academically, sexual conquests etc. I was wide-eyed at her exploits and so relieved at being at last in the big wide world following a childhood of narrow nonconformity in the north ( Part of the latter was always to be seen to be telling the truth)
I caught her in the act of telling me some obviously invented story, realised the situation suddenly ...and grabbng her by the arm shouted ' Why do always lie'
'Because my life is so very boring;' came the first honest reponse she had ever made to me
Another friend, whose circumstances had changed dramatically since childhood from riches to rags, had a brain that would not allow her to accept her latterly true position in society. Her children confirmed that what I said of her past, as divulged by her to me, was true
Only the friend had forgotten every situation in her own saga which both her family and I had observed as time passed...
The first friend certainly lied but the second?