When You Can’t Trust a Trapeze Artist

A few weeks ago, I was at a birthday party and I introduced myself to some friends of the birthday girl. They didn’t look alike at all and I was genuinely surprised when they insisted they were siblings. They all had really great energy and I engaged in a very lively and I thought genuine discussion about them and their family.

One sister said she was a trapeze artist, currently living somewhere in Florida, the other was an actress in New York and the brother was a neuroscientist who studied at Columbia.  They had another brother who they said was a “doper” (meaning he was into drugs).  So, a trapeze artist (don’t meet to many of them), an actress, a scientist and a druggie.  Nice mix I thought; you do meet all types in New York and it seemed too preposterous to not be true.

Turns out it wasn’t.  A few days later the birthday girl confessed that they were having me on.

How does it make you feel to know that you’ve been intentionally made a fool of?  Not good actually.

Made me think of how trusting I am of people and what they claim to be.  Perhaps even a bit naive.   And it’s not like this is the first time.

I really do expect people to tell me the truth.  How quaint?   Then I get burnt and go on guard for awhile, but at least till now, I seem to always return to a place of instinctively trusting people.

The same week I met the fake siblings I also met a woman who said she worked in the porn industry.  Nothing wrong with that.  A friend of mine actually dated a porn star so there was nothing incredible to me about such employment.  She soon after admitted that she was not telling the truth, claiming that I was “too nice” to carry on the charade.  (Thanks, I think.)

Makes me wonder: how many people are out there playing this pretend-to-be-somebody-else game, and where can I learn the rules to this game?

Perhaps this is why I often feel uncomfortable at bars; I just don’t like bullshit and especially not bullshit at somebody else’s expense – least of all mine.

I mean what kind of lesson do you learn, what kind of world do we live in when you can’t trust a trapeze artist?

2 Responses to When You Can’t Trust a Trapeze Artist

  1. I agree. Don’t give me the shit that makes no difference really. It may not be at this case but one of my favorite quote is “Better know the ugly truth than believe in the beautiful lie”. Sometimes is good to dream and be creative but overall who cares if you are working as a grown-up industry business or baking pies.
    (please ignore my spelling :))

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