Naughty_Felid
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If you substitute manipulative for compulsive i can agree with you.
sorry I edited my post. I actually think you are close to the mark.
If you substitute manipulative for compulsive i can agree with you.
I guess that's what I'm trying to get at. We all tell little social white lies - I guess you could call that compulsive, but I get the impression that's not what is meant.Nah, if you're lying for gain there's nothing compulsive about it.
How do you know? Just asking.No, compulsive behaviour shows up in a number of ways. Lying is just one of them. It doesn't need to be big lies.
Ok, truce I agree they can't stop. but unlike 'phobes I don't agree it's merely a phobia - its a deliberate manipulation, although equally an addiction.Not that they don't know what they are doing but that they can't stop. Like germophobes.
They would say that, wouldn't they. I don't believe it. but then I don't believe in psychologists or psychiatrists either. No-one really knows what goes on in someone else's head.
Some psychiatrists distinguish compulsive from pathological lying, while others consider them equivalent; yet others deny the existence of compulsive lying altogether; this remains an area of considerable controversy.
Thanks for the link EnolaGaia - interesting. I'm absurd enough to imagine the average human being is in charge of their own brain - I realise this is far from an unassailable argumentIn a way, this illustrates the status of 'compulsive lying' from a clinical perspective. It's usually considered an uncontrolled / uncontrollable version of pathological lying behavior. However, there's no general agreement whether the additional notion of the lying being compulsive (i.e., automatic) is warranted or demonstrable enough to consider this as a real, much less diagnostically relevant, condition.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pathological_lying
Of course, if everything I wrote above is not what I believe to be true, then perhaps I am a compulsive liar too! Oddly, I don’t feel like one… Can anyone tell me what a compulsive liar’s interior state feels like?
Agreed, and that's a big part of the problem in addressing the notion of a compulsive liar. Unless you have persistent exposure to a person in a variety of situations it's risky to assume that recurrent lying in one type of situation / context generalizes to his / her entire life. The notion that persistent lying may be situation-specific is rarely mentioned or acknowledged.... Degree of the person’s awareness, ability to control, pervasiveness of the lying, triggers, motivation, etc. – important criteria maybe for deciding who is compulsive and who is merely having a good time or pathological time. ...
I think these two observations relate to a central issue. Recurrent / persistent lying is most commonly observed in social situations within which the liar seems to be driven to demonstrate equivalence with or 'one up' anyone and everyone around him / her.For the whopper braggart: I have known several, usually alcohol-fueled and in group social situations. ...
The closest to a compulsive liar I have observed, over several years, was a compulsive “embroiderer” whose career experiences and personal anecdotes were always much better than anyone else’s, no matter who else was in the room. …
My vote is "No."Can anyone tell me what a compulsive liar’s interior state feels like?
I think social white lies are more an exercise in avoiding potential offence or slight rather than augmenting one's own image. In that respect they're a social convention: interested to know if this is a global thing, or just a first-world (or even Anglophone) habit - are there other cultures which won't blame illness or lack of babysitter for declining a social invitation? Are there societies where saying "I just don't want to come, thank you." is accepted or even expected?I guess that's what I'm trying to get at. We all tell little social white lies - I guess you could call that compulsive, but I get the impression that's not what is meant.
...are there other cultures which won't blame illness or lack of babysitter for declining a social invitation? Are there societies where saying "I just don't want to come, thank you." is accepted or even expected?
Finland I would think.I think social white lies are more an exercise in avoiding potential offence or slight rather than augmenting one's own image. In that respect they're a social convention: interested to know if this is a global thing, or just a first-world (or even Anglophone) habit - are there other cultures which won't blame illness or lack of babysitter for declining a social invitation? Are there societies where saying "I just don't want to come, thank you." is accepted or even expected?
Along the same lines, the polite but brutal RSVP from Peter Cook:I had to look up who said it, although I remembered the quotation: "Very sorry can't come. Lie follows by post." (A telegram sent by Lord Charles Beresford, declining a summons to dine with the Prince of Wales.)
Or the absolute opposite, complete and easy familiarity among equals. In normal times, I am fortunate to have friends all of whom can decline invitations to social gatherings by just saying "no". We all know one another well, abd we all have lives, and lives can be messy and not conducive to getting to the Coach & Horses on Wednesday evening.I suspect that in societies where social rank is more rigidly defined than in our own, the absence of a white lie is often a conscious and calculated display of status: an alpha move.
I suppose it's quite easy for insecure people to start a little lie, that, like Topsy, just 'grows and grows'. You tell one small fib to make yourself look better in a crowd whose experience all seems to outdo yours, and make yourself look a little more interesting. Next thing it's someone telling you to 'tell that story about that time you....' to someone else, and then it's got out of control and into the wild, where the lie runs free.I have a reputation among my friends for being, let us say, the opposite of a diplomat. Something similar at work - my old boss sacked me - let me think - four times for telling him the truth when he didn't want to hear it. We are still pals
But in a social setting when I don't want to upset people - friends of my wife or my F-I-L, for example - I can lie like a trooper. There is a quote that covers the technique - I can't quite remember it - suppress the truth and suggest the false? Works much better than blatant lying.
I also had a friend who - as described above - was one of those who had to outrank everyone around him. I remember in a bar once he was going on about his (non-existent) diving experiences only to be torn apart by the next person along the bar who was the editor of a magazine on diving. I'm not sure he ever recovered.
Ha! Meaning of Liff once more...I also had a friend who - as described above - was one of those who had to outrank everyone around him. I remember in a bar once he was going on about his (non-existent) diving experiences only to be torn apart by the next person along the bar who was the editor of a magazine on diving. I'm not sure he ever recovered.
The friend I mentioned was very convincing. I recall him talking round a yacht captain - this was when I was living in the Connecticut - to take him out. The yacht guy was quite experienced - used to earn his living by shifting rich peoples' boats from Long Island sound to the Caribbean for the seasons. But my mate got him drunk - he could drink for Scotland - and tried to sail the yacht himself. Thought a traffic light on shore was a harbour light, sailed the yacht on to a sandbank. Where they spent the whole night .I suppose it's quite easy for insecure people to start a little lie, that, like Topsy, just 'grows and grows'. You tell one small fib to make yourself look better in a crowd whose experience all seems to outdo yours, and make yourself look a little more interesting. Next thing it's someone telling you to 'tell that story about that time you....' to someone else, and then it's got out of control and into the wild, where the lie runs free.
I've told the odd fib myself, but absolute, outright compulsive lying generally gets brought down eventually.
Ah - OT sidebar for one minute, we spent a while living in Port Jefferson on the north coast of Long Island. The wealth was somewhat conspicuous, wasn't it? The parallels with society there today and that of Gatsby - albeit set on the other side of the island - weren't hard to draw. Which of course itself is about facades (and the damage that preserving them can wreak on others), so maybe not quite so off topic after all.The yacht guy was quite experienced - used to earn his living by shifting rich peoples' boats from Long Island sound to the Caribbean for the seasons.
There is a quote that covers the technique - I can't quite remember it - suppress the truth and suggest the false?
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