trust everybody …or… trust nobody

Either I am doomed to a life of naiveté or torment from paranoid schizophrenia. Lovely.
The choices appear insignificant but the consequences are grave.

 

Okay, maybe I’m being dramatic.
Trusting everybody would be wonderful.
I’m sure that, despite my inability to distinguish truth from lies, people would not take advantage of my innocence.

 

Instead of ranting on and on about the infinite number of ways people would be able to screw with my folly if I were to trust everybody, I would rather show you the immediate response of one of my closest friends; you know, someone who should care for my well being.
Do I need to explain the terror I would be forced to endure if a  criminal discovered my ever trusting nature? Case settled.

Lets explore the other option.
Would circumstances be preferable if I was unable to trust people?
I would not be subject to believe everything I am told, negating the risk of jumping off a building on account of a friend’s suggestion.

Though, I mustn’t underestimate the relevance of trust to daily living. Consider every minute  interaction that involves trust.

Currently, I am sitting in Starbucks. While ordering my drink I paid with a 100 dollar bill. $95.55 was my change. The register only contained 5 and 1 dollar bills. This meant I had many green pieces of paper coming my way. I had to trust the cashier as she counted my change before  returning it to me.

 

 

Imagine how that exchange would have gone if I was unable to trust people.
First of all, I would not have trusted her competence to operate the register because I’m not a math wiz who can calculate the sales tax and determine the correct amount that I should be charged for my beverage.
Secondly, I would not have trusted her count of the change which would result in my frustration and recounting of the money, likely resulting in a the making of “a scene” in the middle of Starbucks.
Thirdly, I would not have been able to trust that the line of people behind me were not going to stab my problematic tooshie in the back.
Fourthly, I would not have been able to trust the person who made my drink! They could have poisoned me.

All this lack of trust would lead to my becoming infuriated with everyone around me resulting in an outburst and, plausibly, a thrown chair or two.
Eventually, I would not be fit to function in society. I assume, that a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia would soon follow and my moving into a psych ward would be imminent.

How could I trust anyone in a psych ward?

There is a risk but I would embrace the ignorance.

Which would you rather; to trust or not to trust?

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drink a pepsi …or… drink a coke

There are three discussions that seriously divide America.
1.) Chevy vs Ford
2.) Mac vs. PC (windows)
3.) Pepsi vs. Coke

The first two obviously are not appropriate dinner table talk. They’re as bad as talking politics or religion.
However, the Pepsi vs Coke is unavoidable because one’s choice can affect another’s disposition. Everyone has a side, and we all know that if you’re at a party that has a cooler filled with “the other one” then you’re gonna grab a Sprite instead.

I’ll come right out and say it. I pick Pepsi.
Personally, I think Coke taste like dirt. I know what you Coke-lovers are thinking, “Oh, so you’ve tasted dirt before?” Actually, you can tell that smart-aleck 9 year old inside of you that I have. I live in Horse Town USA which translates to “lots of dirt” and it has ended up in a cup of water or two. I have a reliable reference point and I thank the taste of Coke is similar to dirt water.

I’ve learned to acquire a taste though. I am tolerable of Coke for the sake of equality and what not. I blame a friend of mine. He is addicted to Coke like it is cocaine. Through my senior year of high school, my buddies and I would all get together on Sunday night to have “Bro Nights.” Due to our being underage and all we would drink soda rather than choosing the alternative that the cool kids drank. Well, anyway, one of the guys refused to drink any soda but Coke. Because we always chipped in on everything, we had to get Coke in order for him to help out. Eventually, I learned to acquire a taste for Coke. I won’t invite Coke to my party but I’ll talk to him if he’s at someone else’s.

In the end, Pepsi is definitely the superior archetype of soft-drink beverages.

by the way… Chevy and Mac.