from one elsie to another — knew you were the straight talkin’ real deal from the second i landed here. like you often say — it’s a hall of mirrors out there. you’re just reflecting back their own distorted image. in other words, when someone is a liar, manipulator, phoney, they operate as if the whole world is that way. so, it’s not you, it’s them!

I’ve never thought you were unreal, Elsa. I thought “this person has some pretty amazing stories” but I’ve known a lot of people like that, whose lives episodes seem to come out of a creative writing class.
Making everything up seems like a great amount of useless trouble to me
I really do believe everything you say, why wouldn’t I?

I believed you were real from the first word I read on your Xanga blog. I’ve vouched for you all over the net.

i always did.
but you came recommended by people whose opinions i respected, and i then made my own observations.

i think a lot of people only hear what fits into their special version of reality.
i pry out deception from keeping an eye to when people mix their stories up (it’s not hard, usually, if you pay attention for awhile.)
but that’s not a flash thing, either. the easiest lie to tell is the one people already want to believe. because it fits their ideas of the world better. and when someone challenges that, it’s easier to disbelieve it than to consider the possibility that the world is wider than they’ve given it room to be. imo.

but i have mercury saturn stuff going on. i don’t know how other people actually work with this sort of stuff.

I have no reason not to believe you, so I tend to think you’re telling the truth.

Sometimes good storytellers become victims of their art — because you tell a fascinating story well, perhaps people think that’s all it must be, a story (fiction). Nevermind that it’s your life. They read it as they would any story, and assume that a grain of truth might exist (because after all the best stories have some reality to them), but they don’t see that it’s the real deal, maybe?

it took me a week or two or reading to decide you’re for real…i always knew you were a good writer, but didn’t immediately know if what i read was supposed to be your actual experiences or fiction. it was like walking in during the middle of a movie…based on a true story or not? while the _perspective_ and insights always felt real, i did not know if the details were or not at first. it wasn’t personal…i just wasn’t sure if it was intended to be fictional or not. some good writers use fiction to express themsevles, after all.

it was some pix you posted with your story about winning the frito contest that clicked the “real” button for me, personally.

Maybe I had an advantage because of Xanga . . but I didn’t question whether you were real or not until the first time you mentioned someone asking whether or not you were real.

Maybe I’m just more gullible than most but I’d prefer to believe people until its clear they’re full of shit. I kinda look at everyone and wonder Why would you lie to me? Do you think I’m stupid? Am I stupid? Do you get something out of lying to me? I don’t think so . . And then I figure I have my own stuff to be getting on with, stupid or not.

I forgot one of my other claims to fame. I am also an alcoholic, never mind the fact I see the inside of a liquor store ’bout twice a year.

Neptune in scorpio on 10th right? Lying, drunken (nep)whore(scorp), well thats what those people see. For the rest of us we see someone who serves(nep) the public(10th) with insights (scorp). Theres probably quite a few who worship you too, another manifestation. Astrology at work in all its forms.