The Next Statement is True; The First Statement is False

What if I'm just a big, fat liar?

I wrote Tom an email recently discussing the fact that I could just be making this all up.

For all anyone knows, I could have moved to Milwaukee to take an office job at a big dairy company.

How would anyone know anything differently?

No one saw a plane ticket or knows anyone "over here". I told everyone in San Francisco I was leaving to return to Illinois so I could fly to Sweden. Heck, in San Francisco, they don't even know if I was really from Illinois.

And as far as Illinois people know, I could have gone anywhere.

The only facts anyone has are these: I did receive a passport and I was dropped off outside an airport by my father, carrying two bags, contents unknown.

Sure, I've made a few phone calls to people from a strange number, but that was using a calling card, so it could be anywhere, really.

None of the pictures I have posted really place me definitely in Sweden or with any people I have allegedly met here. Just a picture of me on a beach, sitting with a wreath on my head, and standing in front of a car.

Could be Milwaukee...

Maybe I have some friends in Sweden in on the joke, sending me pictures of themselves doing fun things around and I just make up stories about it all...

As some people have commented, no one really knows what this "Jenny" girl looks like anyway... what if it is all just a big delusion?

I discussed this with Jenny and we realized the same thing.

She doesn't really know anything about me except what I have told her.

Maybe I'm not actually from Illinois. Maybe I wasn't really a drug counselor. Maybe I don't really have a mom, dad, brother, and sister.

Maybe I just escaped from some loony bin somewhere and wandered to San Francisco. I'm sure I wouldn't be the first...

No one in San Francisco really knows where I am from based on any other source than myself. What if it is all lies?

I offered to let her email some friends but then told her she would never really know because they could just be email addresses I've made up and I send the replies myself. What if no one even really reads this blog and all the comments are just different characters I have made up to make my story more convincing?

Jenny made another good point after we watched Lars and the Real Girl the other day. What if I'm not even real? What if I'm just a big, plastic boy that she carries around and her friends and family are just playing along with her delusion? Talking about the weird American "boy" with her just so she doesn't feel bad? I guess that would mean she is writing this blog entry right now, discussing her own delusion in depth through 3rd, 4th, and 5th person...

It gets even more confusing after thinking about how we discussed me as her "imaginary friend" on the first day I was here. None of her friends had talked to me or anything and maybe doubted my existence a bit. We decided it would be funny if I hid in the bushes while they arrived, giggling to myself as she introduced the empty air next to her as her "American friend Nick". We wanted to see how long we could keep it up and whether her friends would go along with it or not. Then her father met me and the plan crumbled...

Or did it?

I'm so confused...

I should probably stop talking about this before some paradox tears a hole in the Space-Time Continuum, slowly dismantling reality.