[ WP ] It 's been 3 months since you discovered your power to make people tell you the complete truth . How has your life changed ?

`` Do you ever stop and think about just how many lies the average person tells? Most people would probably say that they're honest people. That they do n't lie very often. Well the average person is full of shit. Lots of shit. Like, they're swimming in a farmload of grade A bull. 
 
 
 Like Dr. House says, `` Everyone lies.'' It's just a matter of how often. Little falsehoods mostly. For example, say you're at a mall with your girlfriend and she's trying on clothes. 
 
 
 She comes up to you and asks, `` Does this make me look fat?'' 
 
 
 Most guys would say No or at least say in a nicer way that maybe you ought to pick out something more flattering you know? 
 
 
 Not what my bae Joe said a couple of months ago. He said, and I quote, `` Yep. Makes you look like a beached whale. Actually no. It's not the dress. It's just you. Goddamn you need to hit the gym or something. You've gained weight woman.'' 
 
 
 `` The fuck you say to me?'' 
 
 
 Joe started bugging out, his eyes were like dinner plates he was so scared. `` Oh shit, I did n't mean to say that. I'm sorry. You're not that fat.'' 
 
 
 `` You're lying! You think I'm fat!'' 
 
 
 He could n't shut up. `` Yeah, you're really fat. Like I'm ashamed to be seen with you in public. I'm just with you until something better comes along, you're my fallback.'' 
 
 
 His hands were over his mouth but he could n't stop talking. `` I did n't mean that! Yes I do. I think we should break up.'' 
 
 
 
 
 Yeah, he was n't bae for much longer. I figured out pretty quickly that I could make people say what was really on their mind. It was pretty obnoxious. I had no control over it at first and the degree of transparency people were exhibiting was seriously messed up. Imagine sitting in a bar having a drink and some guy walks up to you and says, 
 
 
 `` I wan na fuck you.'' 
 
 
 Like straight up, not even hello or my name is or hi want a drink? And all these people would just say the nastiest things like they did n't have any filters anymore. I never really knew just how judgmental people were until they told me what they were really thinking.'' 
 
 
 
 I finished talking and looked over at Dr. Griffin. He scribbled away on his yellow notepad, his hand a blur. He stopped and nibbled on the tip of his pen. 
 
 
 Then he asked, `` So how does that make you feel Marisol?'' 
 
 
 I leaned backwards, sinking into the comfortable sofa. I fiddled with my hair, rolling some strands between my fingers before responding, `` Honestly, it was pretty overwhelming at first. Over time I've been able to get more control over whatever causes this. Now I can turn it off and on when I want. It's useful but I wish I could go back to the way things were. This *ability* has really fucked up my life you know?'' 
 
 
 Dr. Griffin nibbled on his blue Bic pen again. The push cap was all worn down with teeth marks. `` That's natural considering you've gone through such a drastic life change. It can take time to adjust to these things.'' 
 
 
 I sighed. `` Yeah, that's true. You're being very considerate Doctor.'' 
 
 
 Dr. Griffin smiled. `` No problem Marisol. You can say whatever is on your mind here, this is a safe space.'' 
 
 
 Moment of truth. I looked over at the psychotherapist and asked, `` You think I'm crazy do n't you?'' 
 
 
 `` Oh completely. You're nuttier than a squirrel's winter stash.'' He did n't quite realize what he had said. Then his face went white, all pale and pasty. 
 
 
 I got ta admit, that's one of the things I live for now. That moment of *oh fuck I actually said that. * 
 
 
 `` I... I... I should n't have said that. That was completely unprofessional. I did n't mean it.'' He was squeezing that pen so hard I would n't be surprised if he snapped it. 
 
 
 I shrugged. `` Yeah, yeah you did. Human lie detector remember? Do n't worry about it. All of the shrinks react like that. Then they stop talking to me. Everyone stops talking to me. Are you going to stop talking to me too doc?'' 
 
 
 Doctor Griffin furrowed his brow and crossed his leg. He put the pen back to his mouth and then put it down. Finally he responded, `` No. I'd be willing to meet with you again if you would like.'' 
 
 
 `` For real? Why? Do n't I scare you?'' 
 
 
 `` A little bit. But it's kind of refreshing not to have any false appearances around a person. And I feel that you could use someone to talk to. It must have been a terrible burden shouldering this on your own.'' 
 
 
 I broke down in tears. `` Thanks doc. That means a lot to me.'' 
 
 
 Dr. Griffin smiled and patted my arm. `` No problem Marisol. I'll see you next week.'' 

