The truth

Truth is important.

Without it the world makes no sense. 

So many people think they can make their own truth, but eventually the real thing rears it's crazy head and the world shatters.

I am one of those people who is very very good at the game of Clue. I am a person who edits manuscripts for details. I notice things.  Syntax jumps out at me and I can only attribute so much of it to cultural differences, or texting problems, no matter how hard I try.

I want to believe in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. I want to believe more than anything, but when Santa skipped the kids across the street and the Tooth Fairy brought Sam fifty dollars, but Sally a quarter, I noticed these things.

I can never fool myself for too long. Not even when I try. So today I blocked one more person who didn't tell me the truth. It kind of broke my heart but I learned the hard way that truth is imperative.

I'm not a monster. If that person had simply told me the truth, even though I would have been a little disappointed, I could have forgiven them. I liked them a lot. Instead they tried to use faulty reasoning to convince me I was wrong. I'm just not that easy. Believe me this was harder on me than them.

I love who I love. Not because of their name, or their money, or their status, but because they are honorable and have good intentions and I trust them and I'm willing to go a long way to keep those I love in my life, but they have to be themselves.