Last week someone was acting so nice asking me lots of questions about my project as if he knew nothing about it and he was offering his skills to help me in anyway I wanted. Why would a stranger offer their skills to a stranger about whom they knew nothing? Why wouldn’t this guy google me before starting an interrogation of a total stranger? Since none of that had congruence, I figured that person could not be trusted. If it doesn’t make sense, it isn’t true.
I am astonished every day at how doing good attracts the dark and dishonest like a powerful magnet. I was hilariously cast as the vampire hunter Van Helsing in 8th grade. Now I don’t hunt vampires. They hunt me.
