There are some anecdotes I'd love to include in a story but they seem too hyperbolic or unbelievable when I try to write them.
For instance, when I was fifteen I had a friend named Bobbie. Bobbie was perhaps the most beautiful girl I ever personally knew. She often asked me to come pick her up before school activities.
Arriving, I'd find her wearing only her underwear and then the show would begin. Bobbie would try on every outfit in her closet. Many of them would demand a change in her stockings, or a change in her makeup or a change in hairstyle. Hair up, hair down; fishnet stockings, white ones; shoulder bag, clutch; cloche hat, beret. It often went on for as long as an hour. Maybe more We were always late.
At some point, I realized that "this" was the fun part of the event for her. Having an audience for her modeling. Having someone in awe of how many clothes she had and how nice she looked in them. Of how original she was in her choices.
There was nothing mean in any of it but when I write it, Bobbie seems disturbed or smug or frivolous, which she was not. Or not exactly. Are there incidents like this that never work in your writing? Is the truth sometimes too unbelievable or too hard to make real? Can a skilled writer make anything feel right or are there some things that elude even the best?