A man who gives a good account of himself is probably lying, since any life when viewed from the inside is simply a series of defeats.
I have relatives like this — people who are either so dishonest or so lacking in self-awareness that all they seem to gain from any experience whatsoever is an inflated sense of their own self-importance.
I also have relatives who can’t remember that they’ve already told you the same story on 10 previous occasions, forcing you to grit your teeth and nod appreciatively for the 11th time.
Then there are the relatives who fall into both of the above categories. These people are hell on earth.