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Somehow word spread to my mother and other friends that I love carrot cake, so whenever they'd bring desserts, they'd bring carrot cake.
I thought I'd escaped it when I moved states, but when I introduced my then-girlfriend (now-wife) to my old friends, somehow the topic got onto foods and they told her I love carrot cake. Now she often bakes carrot cake.
Her children / my stepchildren have noticed this, and now they buy me carrot cake slices from the grocery store sometimes.
I really do not like carrot cake at all, but I still eat it anyway and say thank you. I've accepted my carrot-cakey fate.
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Grandma, of course, believed it and invited all her friends over for a baby shower for this "miracle dog who barely survived being sent to the dump to die."
She spoiled that dog more than any of her kids and grandkids combined.
No one wanted to break her heart, so the lie went on until Grandma passed.
Why do people lie? Have you ever wondered that? What makes us tell these snowball lies that start as harmless fluff and morph into personality traits? Well, the pros say people lie for all sorts of reasons—protection, image management, convenience, justification, or simply to avoid conflict.
In fact, most people lie at least once or twice a day. Not all of them are malicious, though. Many are what researchers call “prosocial lies,” designed to protect others’ feelings or smooth social interactions. And that checks out. Who wants to correct someone who’s been calling your dog the wrong name for years? Sometimes, it just feels easier, and funnier, to ride the lie into the sunset.
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While some level of dishonesty is normal, some folks lie compulsively or pathologically, and very often, despite not having a good reason for it. But sometimes, small fibs become part of our daily lives, when over time, the lie feels more like truth, or when we just don’t want to deal with the awkwardness of coming clean.
Psychologists refer to this as self-consistency theory—people want to behave in ways that match their self-image. So, if you’ve told people you’re a crochet queen, like one Redditor did, or a beef enthusiast, you start becoming one, just to keep things tidy.
In some cases, the lie actually leads to real growth. That Redditor who lied about crocheting? Now they’re a blanket-making pro. The accidental dog-name switch? Honestly, it’s just kind of adorable now. But in other cases, like faking your career readiness or hiding your financial reality, those lies can quietly derail life goals, create emotional distance, and cut people off from help they really needed.
#7
I am fluent in French and had just moved to Quebec, that made for an awkward few months, one day I forgot to switch over to english and he remarked that my french was getting very good.
#9
A lie I told myself and as a result lost my first true love in the process because my feelings scared me so much.
Lies, especially ones rooted in pride or fear, can create invisible walls between people. Lying can affect intimacy, trust, and how we connect to others. Over time, people may feel isolated even in close relationships because they’re performing a version of themselves that isn’t real.
Redditors echoed this too. One person said they hid their academic struggles from their parents, which meant losing out on support and changing their entire career path. Another went along with a name misspelling for years, and now lives in quiet fear of correcting it.
#10
When I was twenty, I worked on a political campaign out of state where a family provided me with housing as a way of supporting the candidate. My hours were long and they went to bed early, so we rarely saw each order.
I had the evening of 4th of July off so they asked if I’d join them for dinner. After I said yes, they told me they always make beef tips for the 4th of July. Not wanting to mess with their tradition, I ate the beef tips and told them they were delicious.
At the end of the summer, I decided to head back home rather than continue on the campaign until the November election. When I let the family I was staying with know I’d be leaving, they said, “It’s been great having you here. We’d love to give you a goodbye dinner and we know how much you love beef tips…”
I’m now in my late 30s and those are the only two times I’ve had beef since I was seven.
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It’s all fun and games until someone throws you a surprise party with a cake that says “Happy 30th” and you’re actually 29. So, should you confess? Honestly? It depends. If the lie is harmless and has turned into a cute quirk or a fun story, no harm done. But if it’s eating at you or affecting your relationships, it might be time to fess up. Most people are way more forgiving than we expect.
#13
He was not happy with my care at the urgent care, “Why didn’t you call me?” I said, “It was Rosh Hashanah!” after which he said a bunch of I think … Yiddish words mixed with English and in horror I thought, “Does he think I’m Jewish?!” Not because I’m an antisemite - but because I’m not… Jewish and he is.
So… I never brought it up and he retired. Best doctor I ever had.
#14
Anyway she ate vegetarian for 7 years while working at that company unless she was home.
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If you’re still stuck in a snowball lie, just know you’re not alone. We’re all just out here doing our best… even if sometimes our best means pretending we love beef tips.
If you’re struggling with guilt from an old lie, instead of focusing on what you did wrong, focus on what you’ve learned. It’s okay to grow from your past missteps.
So go ahead, live your truth, or your adorable web of lies. Either way, it makes for a great story.
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Tech: how's your friend?
Me: oh she's good. She's going on vacation soon.
T: oh! Tell her to come see me!
M: I will!
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My name has an accent over a letter, like Chloé. We have a close family friend, someone who I consider a second mother who used to just spell my name without the accent (and i never corrected her because it wasn't that big of a deal to me), until she saw me write my own name. She asked me about it and then made it a point to always use that accent. Although she accidentally got the letters switched and spells my name like Chlóe.
It's been almost 10 years now. I can never tell her.