This evening a friend accused me on lying.
He was backing another friend’s accusation of my misrepresenting the truth in the telling a story about skating on black ice. Both said that I had claimed to have skated up 2nd Avenue after an ice storm had glazed Manhattan with black ice. Neither had ever worn skates, yet their other friend backed up their claim. I let it go. What does anyone from Arizona know about ice?
Today I heard more of the same.
“It was just a story.”
Johnny said, “It was a lie.”
“A lie.”
“Up to you.”
“How can I trust you if you tell lies?”
“Don’t trust me then.”
I shrugged off the abuse, recognizing it for collective bullying.
All stories are true if interesting.