Truthful Hyperbole

It is “truthful hyperbole” if you’re a man that doesn’t acknowledge that you have (or have had) some enmity toward the opposite sex. Hyperbole is to over-shoot, over throw, or over complicate a reason, conversation, or idea. It’s a real exaggeration to ignore this bias completely if you’re determined to see women as only sensory, pathological people who you only regard with subservience. If we examine the Creation story in the King James Bible, Eve doesn’t get a great deal.

The “mother of creation” is painted as a scapegoat for the real error that Adam made. A loose interpreter could state that Adam “blamed his wife” because he “valued her” as an extension of himself… to be his “fail safe”. We could suppose that because Adam loved God he believed he should say: “You’re my wife… protect me. ”

We could feel that Adam should have pressed harder against Eve’s conclusion about the “forbidden fruit” because Adam knew better. But he just said: This wife you gave me… I believed her.

And of course, God (although he had mercy) was like:

Too bad, Adam.

From that simple story in Genesis, we should conceive in our minds how men and women are known for their own unique brand of “truthful hyperbole”. We all tell partial and incomplete stories about many things. We all have been victims to our egos.

So, Eve curved her enthusiasm about that forbidden fruit. And Adam might have exaggerated his role in the tragedy.

He blamed God. He blamed the beauty of Eve. But he never really blamed himself.

No. Not really.

If I’m not wrong, Adam’s entire human generation was later obliterated. Since Christians are supposedly descended from Abraham through a new covenant… I just think that…

We can’t expect women to protect men from their own stupidity unceasingly, because women are people too. And women get vulnerable, tired and fed up with how much stupidity the people around them tolerate. And women naturally care until you’ve hurt them so much that they cannot stand to care completely.

So what is truthful hyperbole? It’s a bridge between truth and facts. It’s a social behavior that CNN’s Don Lemon spoke about from “The Art of the Deal” when he critiqued our current U.S. president.

Either you appreciate the exaggeration POTUS encourages, or you think he’s quite a sociopath. But he is culpable and he’s the President of us all… whether we like it or loathe it.

“Truthful hyperbole” is NOT all that new, though. It happens when a person shares with you exaggerated ideas that sound factual. These ideas sound like the greatest song you’ll ever hear. Unbeknownst to you, many parts of that song are missing. But the song soothes your soul so wonderfully, that you’ll move on and ignore the subtle cloak thrown over the music. It’s like when someone tells you you’re gonna stay at an excellent hotel that has “a room with a view”.

But reality answers later and you observe that the room with a view… was a room overlooking a sewer plant. The view of the sewer plant connected to an over-sized linen closet with a Murphy bed. That’s how exaggeration works. You expect something like class and you actually receive misery.

My truthful hyperbole was something like: I don’t have a disability because Sam told me that “disability” was an affliction that white men gave me because they “hated” Sam.

Now, I really admired Sam. Sam and I were like blood brothers.

(Note: Sam is not a real person. He’s a fictional character that I’m using to make a point.)

Because I like Sam… I believe Sam. And for a few years, I threw common sense out and borrowed Sam’s theory that my arthritis and back pain was this spiritual affliction that I had allowed myself to believe. I looked up to Sam. Surely, Sam wasn’t committing “truthful hyperbole.”

I manufactured in my head a story that said: Sam was right and whites were not to be trusted. Isn’t that just ignorant? But that’s how an exaggeration works. All we need is a small batch of fake or loosely edited information to propagate a lie. But I had to learn from experience how to discern facts from fiction. I had to ask more questions and keep silent before I understood just how to spot when situations were exaggerated.

I had to realize through experience that we do not judge one group based on one person’s pain, or one community’s dead skeletons. Another person’s experience may not reveal every piece of the narrative. You have to engage your own curiosity . You must excise your own thoughts about the conduct of another person. You can’t really stand on hearsay and gossip especially when it comes to hyperbole. It is possible to exaggerate so much of one’s life… that the sum of it all becomes more FICTION than fact.

See, I don’t hate the president. I can’t hate him because there are people with the same complexion the president has—minus the orange bronzer—who don’t ridicule my disability. These people are Caucasian. Hating the President would be turning my back on my religious faith and the many non-African American people that have been fair to me.

But I do hate the idea of “truthful hyperbole”.

I hate that it’s possible for people to pepper their conversation with rigorous amounts of “best and greatest” just so they fool a bunch of angry, hurting people.

Ok. Maybe, I hated when 45 won the election. Perhaps, I wanted to see a woman win because the women I’ve known have always had to bail us men out. Many of them didn’t have the luxury of “truthful hyperbole.”

And I hate the American trepidation toward powerful women who are business minded.

I admit even I have exaggerated many things in my life at one point in time to pretend to be “formidable”. The thing about exaggeration we have to admonish is:

Some curve-balls boomerang and hit you in your face. We’ve got to be careful at the stones we throw, the bridges we burn… the vengeance we exact… because one never knows how one curve to the left or right veers us off into destruction or perdition.

When we use our feelings to make all our decisions, It’s easier to practice self-deception. I cannot let anger be my decision-maker anymore. Anger and hate lead to sleepless nights, fractured relationships, brittle bones, substance abusers, complicit betrayers, and self-aggrandized leeches.

And one person will not stop me… from hoping for accountability. Adam and Eve also had Cain and Abel…which eventually flooded us over to Abraham. But we all (the faithful and hopeful) had to work, weep, watch and wait.

And those words are no exaggeration.

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