Sick and Tired of Being Lied To

I was tempted to relay a series of events culminating in a self-serving seduction of my readers into agreeing on the injustice delivered on me by a well organized, efficient, design to avoid performing on promises.

  This duality is build into most systems advertising to care for the public at large.  I felt needful to address this, but not in the way I originally thought I would. No one is innocent from the touch of disillusionment, no one at least I know of.  The burn of mine is not solely based upon the chain of events nor the facts as I assumed them to be; where they didn’t add up to my expectations.

  Just as, I might mention, when people in general react whenever notice is made known of revealed lies. There is outrage; there is anger, and subtly there is a thirst for revenge.  Not for any crime committed to me personally, or even them, but rather for the crime of upset.

  Ours is a society where the thinking citizen has grown weary and intolerant to the lies being told as truth; where the common reply to challenge is rewriting history of events in order to suit the fabricated excuse.  Similar on the fringes are those deceptions in the no-help menus given to complainants towards resolution; they take us nowhere but frustrated resignation ~ as they were designed to do.

   It dawned on me, in one of those throes of discontent, that what was of issue was not that my expectations were thwarted, but that I had deceived myself into believing in a promise.  I surrendered my self confidence for the promise of rewarding desire.  Innocent enough I suppose; on the small things. But then, the small things are the foundation for the bigger are they not?

  A key ingredient of authenticity is unbiased processing; that being a disposition liberated from skewing evidence to serve an agenda of deceptive practices; authenticity means no lies.  The lies we believe in from the outside are just echoes from the lies we tell ourselves.  I place my trust in promises by others as substitute for trusting myself. When those promises are not kept, I am placed in crises. Who am I to believe, once I’ve chosen not to believe in me?