Friday, December 27, 2013

A Universal Truth: Everybody lies.

WARNING: You may take this article as it is. But be very careful for deception might be lingering in every word hereby present. You must know first before you may judge.

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"Class, are there any questions?" After class discussions, almost all of my teachers and professors ask us this one same thing. And usually the immediate answer that I would hear is "None!" I don’t know if we’re geniuses or whatever highly comprehensive human being that we might be but it’s always a “No question Ma’am/Sir, we understand the whole fucking stuff you want us to listen to for the whole hour/s of your class.” But there are professor who never content themselves with that “yes” of ours. They would look for ways to squeeze out whatever we didn’t understand. Though that happens very rarely, when it does it just proves that we didn’t understand enough of what should be understood.

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There are times when I simply nod or smile or say “yes” to my friends whenever we talk for hours indicating that I'm in track with them. I want them to know that I understand what they’re saying bit by bit but honestly, for some point, there’s always something I’ve missed in the middle of our conversations. There are some instances where I try to make them repeat or explain a little further that little detail I missed but I noticed that it takes time and attention not only of the speaker but the other listeners too. So more often than not, I let those little details pass. And that tiny detail usually complicates the understanding that I have in the matters we are talking about. If they ask me for confirmation of my understanding about what they say, I respond, with no further ado, a “yes.” But my friends knew me so they try to explain whatever they think I don’t understand. And there are times when they don’t believe I really understood them that my tongue spits out the shit that I wasn’t really paying attention to every detail they say.

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DO NOT BELIEVE THOSE PEOPLE WHO LIVE TO LIE. 

But believe me, everybody lies. Have you ever not, even once, layered the truth with what you think is better for yourself? In some point or another, we lie. We coat either more or less sugar to our statements for some reasons we think are of worth. Deception has always been present in the nature of a human. I mean, with those simple and everyday circumstances I face, I always have a crack at manipulating the stuffs I would let out for my own sake or for others’.

Scholars once theorized that the speakers attempt to manipulate messages so as to be untruthful, that causes them to be more cautious on the reaction and reception of the one they talk to. On the other hand, the receiver of the message tries to evaluate and decipher if the message delivered is true and valid resulting to suspicion whether or not the sender is being deceptive. (Buller, D.B., and Burgoon, J.K. 1996)

Meaning, when somebody tries to conceal the truth, they put much effort and strategies on their manner of talking to make sure that they look believable to the other party. The other party, then, tries to judge the speaker's performance of truth concealment through identifying verbal and non-verbal behavior. This may happen consciously or subcosciously depending on the traits and behaviors that the two different parties may possess.

One perfect instance is my own father-and-daughter conversation. I don’t really believe that I’m a “daddy’s girl” because I know he loves us all but among my sisters, I’m the one he usually talks to about almost anything under the sun- most specifically those from the heart.
There’s this night when I was sent home by a guy I really like. To make the story short, I WANTED him to be my boyfriend, and so I was planning to tell my parents about him. The only problem is that they haven’t seen this guy yet. I mean, they’ve seen and met several guys who have interests in me but never him. (My parents want to know the guys who court me and they want them to court me at home. That’s the rule.)

When I got out of this guy’s car, we went straight at our house’s door and introduced him as my boyfriend as abrupt as possible so as not to let them interrogate me or make me change my plans. My father wasn’t home yet. I went upstairs and left the guy in the living room with my mom. My mom is busy making graham balls. 

When I told my mom about the guy, she looked not so interested and unhappy at the same time. As I got downstairs, I saw my dad entering the room. I was about to introduce to him the guy I was with. I told him hastily that he was my boyfriend. His face turned into something I can’t explain then he repeated what I said. “Boyfriend mo siya, nak?” He was staring at me intensely. Then he repeated once more. I don’t know what to say. He never took his eyes off mine. I was left unspoken. For the last time, he asked me again. “ Celine, boyfriend mo ‘to?” I know his rules. I’ve been living with it and I’m surviving and growing with them. “Nanliligaw, Pa.” Those we’re the only words I’ve said in a humming sound. “Ah, sige.” Then he went to the dining area.

The truth is that he wasn’t still my boyfriend up to this point when I post this article. I have plans but I know the rules and consequences that come with the decisions I make. I tried to deceive them so as not to follow their rules and make it my own way.

Enough of the boyfriend thing, the point I want to take in from this situation is that all I wanted was to tell them the “supposed-to-be-truth” (meaning, it’s still not the truth). But I ended up absorbing the fact that I should follow the rules and not skip from any of them. And so I was forced to follow the truth (rules) laid down to me. I tried to deceive them in order to get it my way but I must admit that my father knew me more so I wasn't a successful liar to him, as always. He makes me confess to him. He might be examining my eyes, the way I talk to him, or such, that he concluded I wasn't telling the truth. And a part of it I hate, but the whole thought that he makes me spill out is something both of us values.


So you see, Interpersonal Deception is very much of how you know somebody and how you tend to speak or listen to him in order to decipher whether he/she’s telling the truth, may it be only a part of it, or the whole. It's the manner of efforts in veiling and unveiling the truth.

Smart people know when somebody is telling the truth or not. Foolish people know how not to let smart people know what the truth really is. But brave people knows how to make foolish people fail to conceal the truth.




SOURCE/S:
 Buller, D.B., and Burgoon, J.K. (1996). Interpersonal deception theory. Communication Theory, 6, 203-242.Retrieved: http://www.uky.edu/~drlane/capstone/interpersonal/deception.html (December 27, 2013)

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Truth: Everybody lies.

http://www.memecreator.org/meme/honesto-promise

beLIEve me!


Have you ever NOT lie in one day? By simply saying you feel alright when you're really not, or when you say you don't have an extra coin in your hand when somebody asks though you have more than one, deception has always been running in the nature of a human. In some point of the conversation, people tend to either put more or less sugar in it in order to earn better feedback about oneself.


Interpersonal deception theory never fails to amaze me when it sets itself to the truthfulness of reality. We thought that lying (interpersonal deception as I consider in this article) never gets good results. But guess what subconsciously, we tend to lie in every second that we give ourselves good impact to others in our daily conversations with them. 


Believe me -- one of the few universal truths in life is that everybody lies.   
-- James Hearnn

 Interpersonal deception theory (IDT) arose out of just this concern that deception be examined within the nexus of interpersonal encounters. It was formulated to contextualize an explanation of deceptive communication in what we know about conversation. This

approach stands in contrast to more psychological explanations for deceptive communication. It also draws attention to the dynamic nature of deception displays and to the mutual influence between sender and receiver that occurs in all conversations. (Burgoon, Buller; Interpersonal Deception Theory) 


Following the lead of others who study verbal deceit, Buller and Burgoon label these three strategies falsification, concealment, and equivocation. The three dif­fer in that falsification creates a fiction, concealment hides a secret, and equivoca­tion dodges the issue. Yet all three messages fall under the umbrella concept of deception, which Buller and Burgoon define as "a message knowingly transmitted by a sender to foster a false belief or conclusion by the receiver." (Em Griffin, A First Look at Communication Theory)

We tend to add up to something that reality doesn't really have. Whether it's for good or not, we lie for the sake of our self-contentment. And in different ways, deception has always been present in the mouth of a human being. May it be for the appraisal of a friend's work when it's really not as good as you said it to be, it's deception. Creating some untruthful ideas that would please other is just one of the many ways of deception. The hurtful fact that people can't always be true is one major concern of this theory. With Burgoon and Buller explaining and giving more specific examples of deception in an interpersonal communication, it just makes me realize how truth can hurt a bit and lie that can hurt more. It's just so interesting that Burgoon and Buller sited ways on how to detect and decipher deceivers and how to actually be good at it. Nonetheless, even the smallest of all lies can hurt the most. So better keep in mind to always seek for the truth and stick with it, especially in a world full of great deceivers.


References:
http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1111/j.1468-2885.1996.tb00127.x/abstract
http://www.afirstlook.com/docs/interpersdecep.pdf
http://www.mediate.com/articles/hearnj1.cfm

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Somebody in some body.

Somebody in some body.

Alone as always. Waking up wasted from yesterday's fucking mess is the loneliest but most hopeful time of the day.

I want to read a book, that Twilight book. It was on the table a few feet away from the bed I'm lying on. But I guess I need an encouragement for that.

This ain't my bed. But I know I slept here few times already. My mind, still sucked up with that effing thesis professor. I still want to sleep. My body tells me to do so but my mind is wide awake. I'll open the TV later as soon as I get myself fucked up, uh, I mean fixed up.

This ain't the life I want. But what the hell?! I'm stuck here, lying on somebody's bed. Sleeping with somebody's pillow. My nails, they're pink, pretty cute though. My hair, a little short and the brownish color fades like an old clothing from an antique chest. The room is messed up.

My mind is totally blank. I wish it's this pure until later this day or even until tomorrow, and how I wish for forever.

I'm still like a left puzzle up to this day, can't figure out what I really want. Money? useless. Fame? fuck it! But guess what? I'm striving as hard as I could for that two effing things every single day.

I need a life. I want one. 

I'm awake. But I guess, I still have to wake up.


12/07  07:38am