Interesting point.I have a cousin that lies all the time and I think after a while he honestly believes his version because his lie has taken place of the real memory.
One time he told this story about an experience him and his dad had, but he added a bunch of lies to it over the years, so now he's telling this story to us right in front of his dad, and his dad just calls him out on his bullshit. And he looked surprised. I think he wouldn't have told that story on front of his dad if he realized it was full of lies. But to him they weren't lies anymore. It was fascinating.
This. I thought Gary Oldman played a Jamaican bad guy in Marked For Death.No, but I've combined memories of different things sometimes, like remembering a movie I saw as a kid that was two different movies I saw close together.
Not the same, but I always had this image of myself as being a fat kid throughout my teens until I started working out in college. I was a fat kid in elementary school and got made fun of a lot and always thought myself as a fat kid and swore to myself that I was a fatass until college, but one day I looked at old photos of myself when I was 14, 15 and I wasn't fat at all.in high school I had a big chip on my shoulder from being bullied in elementary school
when I met up with a bunch of people who knew from back then. they re collected that I was often one of the worse bullies, just got what as coming around too
we all hint we are the heros of our own story, until we ain't
I rememberI definitely remember going to the Bahamas to take part in a secret Kumite tournament (which I won). In that time I also I built up a 400-0 record in BJJ competitions and dojo challenge matches. Unfortunately nobody else remembers these things happening.
Yes, I dreamt I was having sex with my mom. But then I woke up to my dad having sex with me.My whole life I grew up with this insane memory of my family getting carjacked in a rough neighborhood and my mom getting stabbed and having to go to the hospital. I vividly remembered paramedics on the scene and my mother getting carried away in a stretcher and loaded onto an ambulance. I was about 4 or 5. I carried this traumatic memory my entire life. One day in my 30s I asked my mom about this incident and she was shocked because no such thing had happened.
According to her, there was one incident where we got stopped by cops because my dad was driving under the influence. And my mom did get taken to the hospital in an ambulance when she was pregnant with my sister and had complications. She thinks both incidents were probably rough on me and maybe my mind combined those two memories into one traumatic event that never happened.
I was living with a false memory my whole life and was traumatized for no reason. It makes me wonder what else I remember wrong. How much of our lives are made up of stories that are not entirely true?
No.My whole life I grew up with this insane memory of my family getting carjacked in a rough neighborhood and my mom getting stabbed and having to go to the hospital. I vividly remembered paramedics on the scene and my mother getting carried away in a stretcher and loaded onto an ambulance. I was about 4 or 5. I carried this traumatic memory my entire life. One day in my 30s I asked my mom about this incident and she was shocked because no such thing had happened.
According to her, there was one incident where we got stopped by cops because my dad was driving under the influence. And my mom did get taken to the hospital in an ambulance when she was pregnant with my sister and had complications. She thinks both incidents were probably rough on me and maybe my mind combined those two memories into one traumatic event that never happened.
I was living with a false memory my whole life and was traumatized for no reason. It makes me wonder what else I remember wrong. How much of our lives are made up of stories that are not entirely true?