You can’t tell your friends …

…you’re a lie detector!

I’m been so excited about my epiphany since October that I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I had to tell a few people that guess what — I finally figured out that I can see lies. I think I am a human lie detector.

Don’t laugh!

I did try to phrase it a little more tactful.

I left off the last sentence that says I’m a human lie detector. Yes, that’s way too tacky. Instead, I started out more scientifically that I discovered this article, and with that, I think I may be one of these people…

Fair enough?

The first person I told was my best friend from blanketty-blank. I choose to tell her because she has a good vision — the best vision and ability to read people of anyone I have met in my life so I thought she would understand. I thought she could relate to me to some degree. What I underestimated however is that she is an insecure person under her tough exterior and as soon as I told her — the conversation ended within two minutes.

Yes, I am dead serious. It ended abruptly.

I remember standing there a few weeks ago, holding the phone in my hand listening to the dial tone wondering….what happened? I told her, and here I am…listening to dial tone after a long conversation. We had a long conversation. Some twenty minutes. It was flowing wonderfully until I spoke up. Then it ended quickly.

In hindsight, I could feel her wheels spinning. My friends lies to me a lot about unimportant things (her happiness when she’s not, etc)…but most people do. I don’t judged her for it. I don’t judge most people when I see the source is insecurity and the target isn’t me– but rather more about themselves. It’s easy to let these lies go…

My friend, however, still became overwhelmed thinking about me seeing her lies. She became a shrinking violet on the phone and withered away like a wilting flower.

How sad.

I like her.

A lot.

I respect her even though we are in very different places in life. She has a great heart and she is a good person.

Normally, my friend would have just teased me and told me that I was nuts if she didn’t see what I was saying. She always did that if she thought I was off my rocker. If she did that, I would have let it go and let it go quickly.

I so want to share my excitement and enthusiasm but I guess I can’t. People don’t get joy in what I love to do — in what I am extraordinary skilled at. It’s a big contradiction for me and them. It isn’t about fun, for them. It’s about painful realities. I have to remember this…

Now I wonder if I will hear from her again. Will she’ll stay wilted with regard to me — or will she snap out of it and forget about it?

Hopefully she will just convince herself I am a nut job – and we’ll be fine again. I don’t ever have to mention it again. It’s obvious there is no room for it in our relationship and that is okay.

It just sucks. I’m so happy, so proud and confident that I found my place in the universe. I found my “purpose” though I haven’t figured out how to utilize it — I will — and yet I can’t share this joy face-to-face with anyone.

The only people I can talk to about it are you, my blog readers!!

Hi!
Guess what? I’m a lie detector.
Wanna meet for lunch one day?
Yeah right!!