Review: The Truth

The truth is that I didn't want to write about the truth. The truth there is that, while it did feel good to get that off my chest, I don't feel set free. Larger truths set you free. Like if you keep a secret to yourself for more than 4 years. That'll set you free. So the truth about truths are that they are truer after being hidden. Well, the truth is, I made this up and am no expert on truth. I simply know what it is, and that is a universal truth. Telling the truth lies in the telling which then lies on the person- so that is a personal truth. So I am a person, making this a personal truth that I am telling is universal truth. As you read this and this is shared on the internet, this is becoming a social truth. Because I am telling the truth. I wouldn't lie in a post about truth. I would- so that is a lie. So the whole system is undermined. The truth is that no one person has the truth figured out. They have some of it figured out, but not the whole truth. So help the god.

Madeline - White Flag

True Life: I take measures to ensure my balance on a New York Subway

"Oh is it rude to hold two separate bars? The one above the seats, and the middle pole? I didn't think it was rude... I'm just balancing myself, and reinforcing that balance. If I only held onto one, I would move as a hinge at the herpe jerky motion of the subway. I know its a crowded subway, and most people aren't even getting one form of balance and are using their sandwiched nature to maintain that balance, making for an unpleasant ride, and a popular way to avoid eye contact with strangers... but I'm really in no one's way. I actually got out of people's way to be in this position. I was standing here, then Lorimer stop (STOP) came- and instead of standing in a wide stance with my back parallel to the doorway, I am now perpendicular creating space for others- who if they also choose to stand perpendicular- would allow up to 3 people to hold bar, but the lady is in parallel so she's going to take up that space and most of mine. So now- I have to scuttle more to the middle for her head top is in direct line to my nose. As moving to the middle I find the center pole directly in front of me, and now my reward for creating space is a double helping of balance! But I look and I see people off balance and remember where I came from- that sense of being flopped and a stranger using you as a lean machine (lean machine - n- for toots taught tine to lean pon whooch whench chench miracksloosly). Its a humbling sense of entitlement, and a comfort in knowing I am minalmally bumping into people who would do the same exact thing. I think everyone is happy for me if I cared to notice how people are feeling. Also that young man is sitting to wide with his legs spread past his shoulders, thats a nope-no."

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