Chicago, Dude

Abraham Lincoln said that he tells the truth because it’s less for him to remember.

I listen to people when they talk to me and I always assume that they are telling the truth? Why? Because to assume they are lying sends me in a spiral of alternate possibilities of which I will never neither know nor ever be able to prove. The search for proof turns me into a detective and a sneak two things I would rather never be.

So, I assume you are telling the truth. But the liar never remembers. And in the second and third conversation about the instant in question the story changes and pieces of the truth leaks out. That’s when I know you’re lying. Because I listen.

But the process is painful. The discovery that a lie was in fact told. The piecing together of the half truths told leads to the whole truth which is formulated by assumptions and can never be confirmed because confirmation must come from the originator of the fib.

The liar.

It’s a dirty game.

I’d rather you never talk to me than to lie to me.

I hate the lies.

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