I wonder. What it would be like. To be addicted to the
truth. I’d like my good friend Julie. To try it. By replacing her addiction to
alcohol. With a new addiction. To the truth.
In other words, Julie’s daily fix would be facing up to the truth. About
herself. Now she’s a liar. In denial. Of
the truth. Occasionally, Julie tells us that she’s finally going to quit
imbibing. But we all know better. She ain’t sincere. She’s fibbing. To all of
us. But even worse, she lets herself down. She’s the habitual liar. Yes, a
double whammy. A liar and an alcoholic. It’s Christmas week. And poor Julie is on the
path to self-destruction. I for one, won’t be celebrating. Won't be cheerful. If Julie comes to the
party drunk. So disappointing. So sad. That is, unless Julie gives us reason to be
cheerful. --Jim Broede
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