I never considered myself a liar. In fact, I prided myself on being a fierce confronter of the truth, especially if it wasn’t pretty. I was always willing to “go there” with people: to look at the harder parts of life, talk about your crippling depression or your family’s bankruptcy or your sister’s addiction to painkillers. Small talk bored me. I wanted to get to the heart of things and look at what was really going on.
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