And later you learn he was really at a movie with his girlfriend and you think, why the hell did this freak make all that up? A pathological liar is like a 4 year old kid, who tells you what happened to him down by the lake. The important question here is this: does the pathological liar know he is lying? 8 puppies get eaten by Chamberlain and de Gaulle-- hand to God I saw it"), and especially with alcoholic dementia/hallucinosis ("I don't know what happened to me-- six guys jumped me... There aren't any, because this isn't a disease, it's a description.
He is not delusional, but he hovers in that half-world of the narcissist (oh, there's that tie-in), where the lies are believed until he gets caught, but then-- and this is the move that only a few can pull off-- he acknowledges that the "facts" are lies, but not the essence, the spirit. If aliens actually did come and attack us, he knows he would actually be able to fly a spaceship.
Sure, there are some architects who have made it to the big time, like Renzo Piano, the architect who designed The Shard in London; I’m sure he’s rolling in it as he was voted as one of the top 100 influential people in the world in 2006 by Time magazine; but chances are you’re not looking to date somebody quite like him, as he’s 76… This is not to say they are penny pinching cheapskates, on the contrary, they have class, they have finesse which means they don’t like to wash money down the drain by purchasing shabby, substandard items.
Furthermore, when looking for that perfect partner, it’s not all about where they are right now financially; the important thing is that they have a solid, well balanced and educated financial mind-set which will stand them in good stead in the future.
How is forensic psychiatry useful to the legal process?
Is a forensic psychiatrist the same thing as a forensic psychologist?
So you think you might be dating a pathological liar? They're not trying to con you into or out of anything. He is a bullshit artist who makes it up as he goes along, and who then semi-believes his own crap. You ask him what he did last Saturday and he tells you he went to the museum; and maybe he says at the museum he saw a guy try to rob the gift shop, but he got caught by two off duty cops wearing blue hats. If he saw a suicide bomber, he'd be able to movie- kung fu him, grab the Sig Sauer and squeeze off a few rounds. Hence confabulation is associated with dementia ("when I was 18 I went to Paris with my unit and I saw... Canadian guys, I think they were Satanists, no, wait, Stalinists, yeah, that's right, and they could read my mind...")What about biological correlates?
He had had sex and girlfriends in the past; now the years had slipped by, no more "hot hotties" for him.
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Now I know it’s not really politically correct to paint an entire vertical profession with the same paintbrush, some points will ring true in your own experiences and some will not: Thus is the color of life.
Not only did he not attain his life's goals; he was going backwards.
All the real things which had defined him were disappearing; all his attempts at making real the things he imagined could define him were being stymied.