asciilifeform: i always found it interesting how come personalities are natural confabulators - in the sense that even if the fella has something legitimate to brag about, he will still insist on adding flourishes and 'shit bolted on the side'
asciilifeform: how do these 'people' masquerade as people, at any point...?
asciilifeform: confabulation is one thing, but the sort of cheap 'retell plot of famous film as own life' is unworthy even of an alcoholic hobo pseudo-vietnam-veteran
asciilifeform: this is like asking if a man sitting on a stake is a catamite.
asciilifeform: asked a phriend, he (with horrified face) said, 'people live differently in those parts. no one has a flat to himself, it's for extroverts, they pack'em 5+ in, they hang out in bars after the bell and only go home to sleep'
