the whole truth, nothing but the truth

so help you god.

lately we've been reading the book The Things They Carried by tim O'Brien, which is war stories from the vietnam war. a lot of what we talk about is the truth and whether the things in the book are the actual truth, the partial truth, or completely fictional. i always feel that a lot of the stories are mostly true. other people in the class disagree. in the book, obrien speaks of the truth and how sometimes the truth someone tells differs from the physical truth, but is also often better. i'm not sure how i feel about this whole thing. in the last couple days i've found out some truths. some of them i'm accepting of. some of them i've known but just needed comfirmation, and now that i have it i dont like to believe it. i'm very skeptical of the truth, purely because people can tell their own version of the truth. i guarentee you can never hear the exact same story twice. i think my skepticism comes from my lack of trust in others. i'm a cynic. i'm a skeptic.