And so it eventually hops out, laying there, startling and bare. Now that it’s here, in my lap, what am I suppose to do about it? Live on like it never happened? That’s a lie. Because it did, and ignoring facts is not the same as erasing them (if only I could). A part of me, albeit small, almost wish that I didn’t find out. After all the anger, I just feel really sad. Truth tends to be inconvenient, though maybe only in the short-term. But in the interim, between the short-term and what Keynes so famously spoke of, the truth can also be helpful.

In short, this is just another lesson in growing up, a night of interesting discoveries.