I’m trying. I’m trying. I’m trying to resist. I know he’s going to do it. He’s going to lie to me. Like he did yesterday. Like he did already this morning. Like he’s done so many times before. And…and…and…here’s the really sick part: he’s so transparently obvious, that I’ll know immediately if he’s lying or not. I’m not talking about some radio personality who could be a bald-faced liar or a guru depending on who you ask. I’m talking about a lie that everyone agrees on. Not that your opinion here should affect my behavior. I believe he’s lying. I know he’s lying. And still the temptation to listen is…well…overwhelming. Stronger even than the proverbial pull for that second potato chip.
I’m wondering, do you do this? Is there someone who you know lies---and you perceive precisely when they are lying and when they’re not---and yet you feel compelled to listen to them anyway? Someone who’s lying about something important to you, something that really matters. And if you can’t help but listen, do you get as upset as I do? I mean really upset, like I did this morning when Linda heard me scream.
So who is this terrible liar? Please stop me from clicking the button. “Ahhhh!”
This blog is not about the liar. This blog is about me and my addicton to the lie. Perhaps I’ll understand my addiction better if I drill down into the lie. So here it is. Here’s the Weather.com lie.
You might ask, why do I call this a lie. Isn’t it merely an inaccuracy? Is there a difference? Yes! Inaccurate means errors are equally likely in any direction. But this is NOT the case. Its common for Weather.com to forecast sunny and it turns out cloudy but the opposite almost never occurs. Though I have no formal data (not yet!), I can scarcely recall a forecast of cloudy that turned out sunny.
Pictured as an example of a Weather.com SUNNY day
Of course, I’m hyper-aware of sun. Our electricity, our hot water, our heat---not to mention my very disposition---all depend on the sun. A year ago I had no such awareness. Home the Land Built does that to you. So I understand why Weather.com doesn’t stop their sunny lie. Few people care, I mean really care, about sunshine. Now if they lied about precipitation---constantly forecasting rain in the middle of a drought---they’d soon be out of business.
So why oh why do I keep pressing Weather.com's dreaded “Hourly” button then stare at the Sun icons in WX column? Do I seek hope for sun, false though I know it to be? Do I seek hope for weather.com, that they’ll repent of their ways and stop over-forecasting the sun? Do I enjoy getting upset, enough to shout? Perhaps I simply enjoy feeling so right, so self-righteous. “See, they did it again! They said it would be sunny and look at all the clouds. What did I tell you? ” We’re getting closer, but I think it’s worse yet.
I think that my ego----who is really much, much bigger than I would like to admit---actually takes the weather.com lie personally. “See what you did to ME weather.com!” As if there’s some dark weather.com lord who, from the top of his radar tower, blazes forth his sunny icon to thwart me. “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
It’s pathetically laughable really, little old me perched upon some ridge-top in the heartland, the dark lord’s target. They say we all need a villain, an enemy to keep us sharp and strong. But do I really need to make one up? And even if I did, couldn’t I make one up that’s slightly more interesting, relevant and thwart-able than weather.com? Maybe not.
I’m beginning to learn that the enemy isn’t who I thought he was. I’m talking about the enemy of my new life. The enemy who’s trying to prevent me from living in The Connection. My ego? Yes, definitely yes, that enemy. But also and most especially, his enabler, the invisible, omnipresent feeder of my ego. The enemy who wants me to live in separation. The one who will die if I do, we do, Connect. And that enemy is….he is….he is…ah-h-h-h...to be continued