When someone asks you a question, do you measure how long it takes them too respond? The tone in there voice, pitch, intensity, volume? Do any of these things register with you? Which syllables are stressed, and which are not? Should those syllables have been stressed? Would I have stressed those syllables? Did there voice drop in volume when answering there question? Did they speed through there long monologue of an answer.; so that you would have no chance to interject. Did they respond in a slow, and measured speech.
As to project an air of confidence, and seeming self-assurance? Did they use words larger than necessary? How many words did they use? Was it a reasonable amount? Did they shoot off on a tangent, as to avoid the subject at hand? Did they give you a straight answer? Did they answer at all? Did there eyes dart from side to side? To the left, to the right? Did they look up, away, down, into your eyes? Did they fidget? Look repulsed? Shock & awe? Satisfied? Nonplussed? In the time before they answer what were they doing? Taking a deep breath? Looking away? Trying to stare into your very soul? Trying to search out the answer you seek?
Whether or not it is the true, or a fabrication of fiction. A bare thread of a lie, or a neatly woven tapestry spun into an elaborate picture of chivalry, daring, self sacrifice, and atonement? Can this person be trusted? Have they always been telling the truth? Are there lies just so grand and majestic that the mere fiction of there truth seems to actually be an irrefutable fact. Why would they lie? Lies like ripples in a glass resonate, and overlap. If you asked them if they were lying how would it be done? Directly right then and there? What if the truth was the answer present, and you are now they fool? What if the don’t confess? Most won’t lies trigger more lies. It’s not true, not all lies hurt. Everybody does it.
Everybody. Whether it be the lies of our childhood, teenage years, or adulthood. When people have mastered their craft sunk so deep into a web of lies it becomes easier than truth. Even when the truth is an easier answer. One day everyone must attest for the lives they’ve lived.
