A Highly Curious Woman Reveals Her Lie Among Two Truths

The question of truth or lie is often a personal interpretation based on our life experience, regardless of the facts

The two truths and a lie writing challenge proved to be a confirmation of my own inclinations when sorting truth from lies.

If something I resonate with happens or I can imagine it, I am subconsciously voting in it’s favor as a truth.

If a story doesn’t contain anything I can relate to or repels me, I will search for errors to justify rejection and claim it a lie.

In both cases, facts can become secondary as subtle personal preferences rise to dominate and flavor the final decision.

Story Number One — involved a three day tryst at age 14 with a 21 year old college student. A mystical, magical tour on an Oregon beach during a Summer of Love in 1965.

The parental unit disappeared for five days to attend a Shakespeare Festival in Ashland, leaving my 19 year old sister in charge of her five younger siblings.

This one received the most votes for being a lie. C’mon friends. Put it in context and consider again. Could the described scenario play out during one of those infamous West coast summers, when a flood of young hippies are busting old norms?

Every word of this story was true.

Our hormones were scintillatingly hot those rarefied sunny days Lincoln and I spent together. Not to mention the warm sand we nestled into two nights in a row. I had doubts Lincoln would hang out with a 14 year old. I inflated my age and miraculously became a 16, almost 17 year old.

Lincoln was a gentleman to the core and never came close to my rule of not “going all the way.” Good thing, since my 15 and 11 year old brothers were tracking my nightly disappearances from our camp site. My brother later informed me they were ready to pounce and pulverize if my virginity was threatened.

This early initiation into sexuality came vividly back to memory when I studied ancient Egyptian Teachings in my 20’s. Young Priestesses in training lived in temples and went through a series of initiations as a collective. At a particular stage, they were introduced to sexuality through an adept mentor they resonated with.

Isn’t this preferable by any account? My older self gave a high five to younger, trust your heart, ‘ flower child’ self.

Our communication was heart sourced and felt. Lincoln radiated a field of inner joy and peace. I felt blessed by divine fortune in his presence.

I trusted him enough to leave the beach and walk to the hotel room he and his friend were staying in for three nights. It was a charming room located in an historic lodging with several entries. We never encountered disapproving stares.

This experience left me with an unexpected dilemma in my high school years. The guys in my peer group seemed sadly immature in comparison to Lincoln, the Demi God ruling lofty plateaus within my mind.

He raised the bar high with his attitude of respect, appreciation, humor and engaging conversation. The majority of guys I interacted with in school summoned slight shades of no thanks. Very few were gentlemen.

I’ve never forgotten Lincoln and still cherish this memory. It was a positive embedding of feminine and masculine principles merging into a harmonic flow.

Story Number Two — takes place in the Central Train Station in Rome. Two handsome young journalists offered to buy me a cappuccino. One of them ended our brief sojourn with a long stemmed red rose, a box of gourmet chocolates and a proposal of marriage.

Regardless of the Hallmark moment and cheesy romance movies we might wistfully watch, this tale was also true.

There was a lot to be said for magnetic fields and shared charisma as we scootched our chairs ever closer around the table. This duo shared a good natured sense of humor. Always a seductive lure in my book of draws.

Make me cry and I’ll show you the door. Make me laugh and well…it depends. But the door will crack open a bit more. If there hadn’t been a plane ticket in my pack, taking me back home, I might’ve stayed around a wee bit longer.

A few readers wanted this one to be true but thought it was verging on Hollywood Kool Aid. Keep your fires flaring hopefull romantics. Random events like this truly occur. Considering them possible can shift them to probable.

Story Number Three — held the lie. This fib involved a photo of my hair at 19 [true] as a tactical maneuver. Several readers were suspicious of this validation trick.

I used it to gain traction in a feeble tale involving a roving talent scout. He supposedly encouraged a friend and I to audition for the Seattle production of the musical HAIR in 1970.

The truth is my wild haired girlfriend and I were playing Frisbee in a popular park. We leapt through the air, our long abundant locks flying in the breeze, singing Joni Mitchell tunes in righteous harmony.

It was a quintessential Spring day and hordes of people flushed outdoors. We attracted the attention of two young dudes who asked if they could join us in a game of frisbee and we agreed. They were our talent scouts, encouraging us to try out for HAIR.

I planned to hitchhike across America that summer and didn’t even consider it. My friend was from the Bay area in California so it didn’t hit her radar either. My boyfriend had a friend who was an actor in the show, which contributed to the lie.

Number one won the lie vote by a slim margin. Reader’s votes were surprisingly evenly spread. Maybe I should enter politics.

What I noticed right away was how any similar experience or desire in our lives greatly contributed to a truth or lie vote, regardless of dubious facts.

Could you see yourself as a hormonally driven youth, seduced by a sudden appearance of the very vision you were fantasizing?

Or sitting in a European cafe at a busy train station. Flirting with two winsome young men bent on throwing a romantic scene.

And there’s always the chance you too will be discovered, singing your heart out one perfect Spring day at the local park.

We see what we want to see and sometimes that plays out in Wonderland. Tripping a Light Fantastic passage in our lives. It certainly did for me.

Believe in your capacity to make your dreams come true because they can.

Thank you to all who read and responded. I treasured your comments and that’s the TRUTH. ⚖️🙏🏼💚