Speaking of percentages, 80% of my brother's 'secrets' are pure bullshit, as I have discovered over the years. Which brings me to... why would anyone make up they tried to loot a convenience store?

Probably about 90% of all Troper Tales.

I would say about 95 percent

I say 100%. If the things people 'confess' in this section were true, why would they want anyone with an Internet connection to know?

Actually, telling other people about things can be very therapeutic and help you get over it, like a burden is being lifted from your shoulders.

Also,bragging.

Meh. A lot of them are just funny stories, not confessions or bragging. A good proportion aren't even that, and ''those'' ones I tend to believe, because they would be funnier if they ''were'' made up.

All of the above.

Most of the stuff probably did happen, but thanks to AlternateCharacterInterpretation, they can exxagerate what happens to them. Most of the time when we tell a story about ourselves, we make ourselves seem as sympathetic as possible.

Wait a minute, if it's said in troper tales that 100% of troper tales are lies, then that means that was a lie and 100% of troper tales aren't lies, which makes that statement true about 100% of troper tales being lies and oh great my brain hurts now

Not so! The opposite of "100% is false" doesn't have to be "100% is not-false AKA true." You can also have "not-100% is false" which allows for situations where, say, 99% of all troper tales are false. Also, if that statement is a lie, its implied claim to covering all troper tales is also invalidated.

I seem to enjoy lying about small things that don't exactly matter, for reasons I can't think of, even editing the truth into lies if it's not going to have too much of an effect. I myself can't always tell if I'm being reliable or not, honest.

Never tell the truth when a lie would be funnier.

This troper tends to, ahem, "amend" the reality of events to better fit my storytelling sensibility. This is, for obvious reasons, not always desirable.

This troper can fly and singlehandedly averted the Cuban Missile Crisis.

This troper tamed Bad Horse.

This troper helped him. That was a nice carpet ride.

this troper tends to bend the truth unless the truth makes for a good story

This Troper meet this girl in a summer camp who claimed that her cousin was kidnapped in South County and wanted me to help her. It took me awhile to realize she was lying, becuase I was young. She also claimed we were making a movie with a photo camera, but that isn't narrating.

When meeting new people or being in a setting where I'm probably never going to see the people again, I tend to improvise stories. I don't do that among people I see a lot, though.

This was the reason why I stopped hitting people in elementary school. Those damn liar kids, that was just an innocent pinch! It's not like you're going to die for that...!

This troper's writing a story about meta-fiction (ie, the characters continuously break the fourth wall, the Narrator is actually a character) where the narrator is unreliable. He opens up literal PlotHoles by refusing to describe some stuff or granting the protagonist NewPowersAsThePlotDemands.

In this troper's short story ''Shallow'', the narrator is a high school student who had his classmates murdered by a serial killer. He details events happening around him with some distortion due to his self-admitted thrill he gets from all those. It later turns out that some of the details don't match up and in the last, it turns out that ''he'' is the killer.

I could say that I have a tendency to do this sometimes, but since it's on this page you probably won't believe me.

Back when this troper was in high school, someone in the year below him came to school with a huge, 2 inch long scar above his left eyebrow. This the story that person gave: Apparently he was at home, smoking weed with a bong with a few friends. His dad just so happened to come home early that night, saw him and his friends with the bong and he then proceeded to chase said friends out of his house before breaking the bong over that guy's head. Here's what ''actually'' happened: He was going down some Concrete stairs, tripped over and gashed his head.

I believe very much that I am a subversion of this, due to my very strong belief that truth is absolute and that the truth will set you free. Of course, since I'm writing on this particular page, I probably won't be believed, but oh well--the 5% out there who believe as I do will have comfort in the point that they're not alone.

This tropette has a tendency to randomly alter things while retelling them ''without even paying attention''. I then internally cringe and ask myself how/why I said that, but everyone's already amused or fascinated, and I'm too embarrassed to amend it because I'm known for being honest. It's always just funny mistakes I've made or dreams I've had or other things that won't hurt anyone, but I'm darned mad at myself, because what if one day it isn't? And I keep managing to stop and then find myself doing it again.