According to a special documentary on “body language” over ninety percent of all human communication is non-verbal.
(As I type this, my shoulders are very pinched and close to my ears.)
Everyone lies. I am told that this is true, because people have seen it on a t-shirt and a fictional character on television repeats it a lot.
(At this point, my lips are pursed, emphasizing the fine lines and fissures into which my lipstick tends to pour.)
Therefore, if everyone lies and ninety percent of communication is non-verbal then forget about what’s coming out of people’s lips and concentrate on what’s happening between their eyes.
(A wrinkle shaped like a cavern just deepened near my left eye.)
I hate lying. I love liars.
(My right eye is twitching so hard I can hear it.)
That is a lie. I don’t love liars. I try to love liars in the “love the sinner, hate the sin” way, but it’s hard, because liars tend to lie, and they can’t be trusted with your automobiles, wallet, lawn mower, good name, daughters, or your female cat, and she’s been spayed. I continue to try to love liars, but it’s a struggle.
No, it’s not a struggle; that’s a lie. It’s more like a wrestle—Greco/Roman style.
Liars are exhausting, because you have to listen to them lying and “read” their body language all at the same time. Or if you’re not around when the liar is lying then you have to hire someone to watch the liar lie, and if you live in a particularly dishonest society, eventually you will run out of people, to watch the people, who are supposed to be watching the people—in case the people are lying or plagiarizing or faking important governmental reports.
(See? It’s exhausting.)
So, if it’s true that everyone lies then we’re screwed.
Linda (Telling the Truth Since 1958) Zern
