I walked to my gym this morning. Put the earbuds in, and strode off down the road. It is only a 10-15 minute walk so I am not sure why I don’t do it more often. Especially given that I am a chubster who could benefit from dropping 20kgs. More incidental exercise never goes astray, does it?
Anyway, so I’m walking down High St, listening to Muse, thinking about what I might write for this post once I get back home. The song that plays right at that moment, City of Delusion has the lyrics, ‘Can I believe when I don’t trust’. And it makes me think harder, so hard, it almost burst my brain open. Can we believe in someone, or something, if we don’t trust them?
One of my kidlets is prone to telling fibs. Even in times when Hubster and I can clearly see, know and feel he is telling porkie pies, he holds onto it. He stares us in the face, daring us almost to contradict him, to call him out. It often makes me think of George Costanza from Seinfeld when he tells Jerry, ‘it’s not a lie if you believe it’. And I guess that is correct. But it all gets a bit murky, doesn’t it.
So all this caused me to wonder how much is trust connected with being candid. Can you believe in a deluded liar? And what if a person is so candid, they are rude and hurtful…can we trust in someone like that? Where do versions of truth come into play when juxtaposed with candour? I don’t know the answer. As I mentioned, my brain almost exploded thinking this one over.
It all makes for a very interesting life.