A response to a friend
 X: He has a very high regard for the truth, it seems.Y: Yes. Apparently 99% true doesn’t overbalance 1% lie. X: Then this is an issue of weighting, isn’t it? And weighting is a matter of subjectivity. Clearly he values lies over the truth or he wouldn’t give such a small percentage so much weight. This is all about control. It’s always about control. Y: It seemed like more than that at the time. X: All this talk of truth and lies – it’s a smoke screen. People say they want the truth, but they are talking about something nebulous, something esoteric. The truth is physical: his dick in your cunt, your breath on his skin, his voice in your ear. That is truth. Most people wouldn’t know truth if it hit them with a truck; they wouldn’t want to. It would be too simple and leave nowhere to hide. It would leave no space for further demands. Your discourse is about control. “Where were you on the night of April 16th?” Why would any answer to that question be considered a more valuable truth than the fact that, a week before that, you were coming on his hand? You don’t have to answer that – it’s rhetorical. The truth was dead the moment he asked you the question. From that moment on, nothing was going to be truly voluntary, ever again. |
posted by Remittance Girl at 10:24 PM
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post a commentA very simplified view.
And that could only be a remark left by someone wanting power.
but of course we want more........so what else is new?
I have to disappoint you there.
I don't know the specific situation concerning your friend, so it might be all about control there – that's none of my business. I just often get the feeling you like to divide things into black and white and observe them rather clinically.
Sometimes clinically is better than flying off the handle emotionally..........
RG,
I have to side with you.
"Truth," and therefore honesty, like beauty, is subjective. And we are all liars. We call many things truth.
I do think the person defining what is truthful and the value of a truth is the person holding power in an exchange.
~S
This writing reminds me of someone but can’t figure out who. William Buroughs maybe? Feeling your way through something you don’t quite understand but taking a few pokes at it anyway. I think you were on the verge of something with “His dick in your cunt, your breath on his skin, his voice in your ear” but then missed it. Or shit, maybe you hit it right on the chin after all, all this talk of nebulous truths and then serving up something concrete. For years I’ve wanted to write a story about an old man having to bury his dog. I don’t know what that has to do with anything, other than it’s another inescapable truth. Digging a decent hole is about the best a man can do.
Hmmm...
I think we are operating on different planes of reality. If the dog is dead, what does it matter. It's protein - eat it.
When people stop treating animals badly while they are alive (humans included), I'll start worrying about what happens to their carcases.
Oh, and just in case: I'm not cynical, I'm pragmatic.
I've spent a long time learning to distinguish between how my culture has brainwashed me into seeing reality, and all the other options. I don't completely discount my culture, but I do acknowledge that it is a lens through which I interpret reality - and mine, and yours, are not the only interpretations.
Being “pragmatic” is a thing that might work for you but you can’t impose that pattern on your environment. If you’re emotionally dead you shouldn’t expect everyone to be like that as well. Yours is just the easy way of keeping a safe distance.
The point is not how to dispose of a carcus. The carcus is another undeniable truth, like those cocks and cunts, and all the heavy breathing. More that I think about it, the dead dog and digging the hole are perfect analogies. Nothing to do with a hard cock but fill a hole. Same with a dead dog.
The mechanical / mathematical makes no sense to me. 99% truth and 1 % lie?
Who would want to be with a person who lovingly cooks 99 meals for you but has no problem to kill you with poison that one last time? And why? Because it was easy? Because "there was some kind of chemistry" because ... she was drunk ...
Lies are like cockroaches. You might only see one but you know that there is a nest with hundreds. Confront Ms 1% lie with all other evidence and her life looks like one big lie. A fake.
And while all of us bend and twist the truth to make it fit our image of reality and self respect, those who lie routinely do it to themselves and when caught in their often carelessly constructed and convoluted stories of plausible deniability they really lie to themselves - and end up believing their own lies. Sad and damaged.
Can they face who they are? They cannot, regardless how brazen their attitude and how insisting their lies.
Her lying is an attempt to control and dictate her partner's perception. But this necessity for manipulation only shows the lack of control over her own actions and intentions.
She is unable to excersize good judgement in her own life. Only an ignoramus would be willing to go beyond an affair with such a person. The satisfaction level has no chance to go beyond masturbation once the character has become transparent and predicatable.
And for those who do want to enjoy the sexual theater, condoms are a must.