Being Lied To

I don't know why, but I get lied to a lot here. It used to drive me right up the wall, but over time I've gotten used to it.

I'm one of those people that is hard to lie to because I have a special spidey sense that sends me signals about incoming untruth.

But today I noticed that not only do I not care about being lied to, I also no longer feel the desire to call somebody out on the lie.

I was roaming the streets looking for good spinach for a börek I planned on making today. At Şok market the spinach was all wilted. I asked the attendant if he had anything more "alive". He tried to tell me that it was fresh, hearty spinach, but the wind blew on it so much that it wilted the spinach. I didn't even bat an eye or go into a discussion of what actually makes a plant wilt, but rather I said, "I'm still looking, I'll come back later."

It took a couple of stores, but I finally found some strong-leafed, fresh spinach.

I guess I've stopped calling people out on their lies because it does no good. They rarely (if ever) apologize, and in this culture it's rare indeed if they even admit to the lie. If it's a real whopper, I will say something- but not in an angry way. Usually I just burst out laughing- "That's the best you can do?" or "Are you practicing that lie for somebody who will actually believe it?"

I just take it now with a grain of salt. :)