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?