I believe nothing....

I tend to steer clear of overly dramatic conversations. Honesty is what I value most, and if I’m not getting the truth, I’m out.

I have no time—or patience—for meaningless nonsense.

But occasionally, when I’m in a relaxed state of mind, I’ll listen to the words he’s saying. And honestly, it’s like cracking a code—trying to separate fact from fiction in his tangled web of stories. I’ve always believed there’s a kernel of truth hidden in even the most elaborate lies.

However, when you reach the point where you don’t believe a single word coming out of their mouth, it almost becomes a form of entertainment. You start wondering where this elaborate tale will lead. Will it take us to some fantastical place, like Dr. Seuss’s Mulberry Street? And yes, sometimes it really is *that* absurd.

For instance, imagine being expected to believe that the drive home—a drive that would normally take 23 minutes at 11 p.m. on a Tuesday, with all green lights and a clear road—somehow only took 18 minutes during 5 p.m. rush hour traffic. And don’t even get me started on how many times the story changed on that one.

No matter how laid-back or stoned I might be, some things are just too far-fetched to believe.