On being human: Truth

The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.

Oscar Wilde

Maybe that’s why we lie to each other. Like trolls from the fantastic stories of my childhood, who would kill you just to simplify things, we remorselessly kill truth in a vain attempt to simplify our lives. You lie to me. You’d rather tell me you were stuck in traffic than the pure and simple truth: you just bumped into that old friend of yours. Because to me that wouldn’t be as straightforward as that: you didn’t just bump into him. He was looking for you. Yes, I know he was your childhood sweetheart. Yes, I’d be jealous. You Know me. That, at least, is a pure truth. So you lie. You simplify. You never asked me if I wanted that, though.

Someone saw you speaking, and perhaps something else. Someone told me someone saw. It’s always like that. Then you just deny. To assume your mistakes was never easy to you. It wouldn’t seam a viable option to your pride. Well, honestly speaking, nor would it seam to mine. We argue. Inevitable. We hurt each other. Predictable. We split up. Foreseeable.

The truth would have been everything but simple to tell. I would never expect you to actually tell me the pure truth (I’ve never met someone capable of that). We both know all that. Even so, I demanded it pure and simple. Just the way you could never have done it. You understood my position, though, You would have done exactly the same thing. We both know that. Despite lying to you almost everyday (about your new haircut, your cooking, your lovely cousin, or an unimportant flirt at work), I still find myself in position to demand truth. And, to my amazement, you still find me in that position too.

Now we are apart. The exact way we swore countless times we would never be. Now I cry shamelessly. The exact way I swore myself countless times I would never do. Now you hang out with other guys just for the sake of forgetting. The exact way you swore yourself countless times you would never do. And nowadays, we live lying to ourselves pretending to be someone we are not. That is the pure and simple truth: lying is rarely pure and never simple.