#truthfirst

Only a year …this will be in 2018 …

Post 11 — F: Facts //

Introduction

The final letter in A.M.A.L.L.A.T.T.O.U.F. represents Facts, the foundation of credible dialogue and responsible advocacy.

Why Facts Matter

In an era of rapid information sharing, narratives often spread faster than verified information. Facts provide the anchor that keeps discussions grounded in reality.

Fact-based discussions rely on historical records, academic research, and documented evidence. When conversations are built on verifiable information, they become more constructive and productive.

Promoting facts encourages critical thinking and helps counter misinformation.

Closing Thought

Thanks truthfirst! Now, just yesterday I saw that graphic somewhere and today it ended up on that site. Wow, glad they took it down.

I actually just took a look - that image isn’t in the article itself, just the main page! You only see it if you scroll their feed. As of like ten minutes ago, it was still up, but obviously things could change after I make this post.

You danced, they marveled And they showed it Their applause, their cheers It got to your head, it became your why Why you let the music enrapture you Filling you up to your hairs and toes You put up quite the show And they were all sold Now they promise the world, and tend to your feet Just to keep you right here

But you already knew, didn’t you That you could never find warmth outside your truth That your peace would not follow you to these streets That these new beds could never get you to sleep You know that you must get back home

So now you swear off it all Amidst their threats to take it all away Their help and their cheers But your truth, was why you could do it all anyway It was the happy in your feet; the fluid in your waist

Going out to eat: Who pays? Who orders the most food? And who has dessert?

They don’t go out to eat; they could, if they wanted. They tell each other that sometimes. They tell themselves that. If they wanted to change things, they could. They could step outside together. They could let the world see. 

But whatever is between them is both old and new and maybe they don’t want to yet. They’re protective guardians of this shaky truce and it’ll get better with time but they aren’t going to rush it. So they don’t go out; they stay in and they order from menus. If Chris orders online he’ll put his card information in so the payment is all sorted. If Darren phoned it in and Chris is busy out back with the dog or locked away in his office then Darren will pay, making the delivery man wait because he forgot his wallet and he knows it’s somewhere around here and fuck does he even have cash who the fuck carries cash and “Hold on, man, I’m sorry, look, I promise the tip will be worth it-” then a run at half speed down the hall to apologetically ask Chris if he has a twenty, maybe a ten too, because he’s gotta tip well-