My partner misheard this as "our souls are bitter" and I was like incorrect, but accurate.

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My partner misheard this as "our souls are bitter" and I was like incorrect, but accurate.
Unreliable Narrator
So in honour of my recent posts I forgot to deliberately didn't upload yesterday's post on time. Totally the truth.
I am going to use this as an example of my being an unreliable narrator.
In fiction, unreliable narrators can make stories more interesting and human, and provide excellent twist fodder. In reality, unreliable narrators comprise 100% of humanity.
We are all unreliable narrators. We all skew facts and truths due to confirmation bias and other differences in perception, and that's when we're trying to be honest. Add our own little deceptions, like the size of the fish that got away, the little exaggerations and reductions that we make to make ourselves feel and seem a bit better than we maybe are, and the world of truth is a very confusing place.
Listening to people to find out truth is a lot like sifting for gold in a river. You get given a bunch of gravel and you have to refine what you've found, sifting through biases and personality types and unconscious hyperbole to find the little nuggets of gold in the pan. But even those sometimes will be fool's gold.
We do the best we can with the information we have, and we will still make mistakes, mishear and misremember and misspeak, and sometimes we will even semi-deliberately mislead, no matter how much we try not to. There will probably even be times where we will flat-out lie.
There will also be times when we are left to deal with the repercussions of other people's shoddy memories and gently warped truths. That's OK. We all fuck up sometimes.
TL;DR: I'm an unreliable narrator, like you, please take everything I say with a pinch of salt and remember I'm just one side of any stories I tell.
Welp, the power’s back on but I just threw a bunch of bananas across the room to separate them.
Aphrodisia
Richard Hoffman: "speak low, when you speak love..." (Kurt Weill lyric)
Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered,
sibilant similes and promises sotto voce.
It’s easy to imagine you’ve misheard,
the form and content clash, create this weird
distortion like an echo or a tape delay.
Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered.
On which do you place emphasis: The words?
Or the breath? The farfetched or the foreplay?
It’s easy to imagine you’ve misheard
when objectivity has disappeared
and your lover is getting further carried away.
Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered
vows? It’s hard to take him at his word,
or hers: Speak up! Proclaim! you want to say.
It’s easy to imagine you’ve misheard,
hard to admit one sharp as you is stirred.
You need to back off, cool down, act blasé.
Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered.
It’s easy to imagine you’ve misheard.
"Miss-Herring"
Sugar We’re Going Down
I’m just a notch in your bedpost but you’re just a lion to some.
mishear replied to your post:honors chemistry is the hardest and most confusing...
this looks like the exact text posts I would make 2 years ago when I was in honors chem. my first and only c. be strong brave soldier.
=( i will try