I guess everyone knows this in the back of their minds. We'll tell people who we think they look so handsome and pretty even when they're not. We'll tell our fat friends that they're looking great, have they been working out? We'll tell our parents that we're doing great in school or the cute guy that of course post modern art is oh-so interesting. We'll say to our bosses that that tie really brings out their eyes when it clashes with their shoes so badly.

You don't really realize it, you know? And sometimes I wonder how much, to what degree, do people do that this to me? Yeah, sure its something that one doesn't really think about, not out loud at least.

But there are still some moments when I know people are telling me the truth about myself. Like this woman I used to see sometimes at the library. A few days ago I saw her at the hospital and I didn't want to go up and talk to her since she probably doesn't want to be seen in a hospital visiting her sick mother or something, you know. Sometimes people don't want others to know about their personal lives. But she came up to me and said good morning. Then she said, "It's always so nice to see you, you always have a bright smile on your face. It always cheers me up." and somehow I knew that she was telling me a universal truth. Something that I just won't try to prove because its true 100%.