Truth, Stories, and Lies
I've been thinking a great deal lately about truth and lies and what people believe and why. By lately I mean for the last eight or nine years. I've been finding it very strange that so many people seem to believe things that not only don't make sense when you look into them, but don't make sense at first glance. Why do so many seem so willing to deceive themselves and to be deceived?
I think I've probably been exposed to no more and no less deceit in my life than anyone else, but two factors have made me look harder at it than I might otherwise have done: writing and having children.
Let's face it, young children lie a lot and they lie very badly. I don't just mean that they have what are known as "tells" in poker -- that is, really blatant signals that indicate their deceit. They also slant things in their own directions, and by slant I mean sheer cliff. Children's lies are simple things. They are self serving with blatant attempts at distraction or out-and-out belligerent denials. After only a little while any parent, aunt, uncle, sibling, or cousin of a child will quickly get used to hearing this method of lying and will not for a moment be fooled.