I want to work for a company where you have to wear a uniform. Not the "blue, short-sleeved shirts with your name over the pocket" sort of uniforms, though. I think it would be awesome if the company decided we were all going to wear long, flowing robes and sandals from now on. Wouldn't that be awesome? No? Oh, never mind.
My mom called me last night and told me that the CIA said we were finally safe after all these years and we didn't have to follow the Witness Protection Program guidelines anymore. I had no idea we were even in the Witness Protection Program. Apparently we were, but now we're not. We can even go back to our original names, if we want to. I thought these were our original names, but apparently they're not. "So, what are our real names?" I asked, shocked. "I don't remember," she replied flatly. I had no idea how to respond to that. I still don't.
I was thinking this, though: There's a difference between lying and being incorrect. Sometimes politicians today will accuse their opponents of lying when they say something that turns out to be false. If the opponent believed that they were saying something true, however, they were not lying. They were just mistaken. There's a huge difference.
So, I wasn't lying when I told everyone who I was, I was just mistaken. I'm still going to retain the same identity, however, even though I know it's not correct. I guess that makes me a liar.
Has this ever happened to you? Hmmm...
Later. Love.
