Some people who fall into a bottle and throw away decades of their life hanging out in the alchie and druggie corner of a park in the Bronx, pickling their brain with alcohol, like to make-up delusional stories about other people just to make themselves feel better.
It gets to where they ain't doing it to feel better, but to wallow in their self-pity & alcoholism. Punishing themselves for living but pretending their alcoholism is gonna make it endurable somehow when it ain't.