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Happy Father’s Day
To those Gullible Geniuses we love.
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There’s something beautiful about a man who could be tricked by his buddies, laugh at himself, and still possess more common sense than the rest of us combined. Formal education was not his thing — he always left the room when I watched PBS, especially In Search Of. But he had street smarts he usually knew when someone was full of shit. That is, unless that someone was one of his oldest friends pulling a prank.
The Great Voice Conspiracy
My earliest lessons about my dad’s gullibility: His friends convinced him that we don’t hear ourselves when we speak.
Not the “you hear it differently through your bones and skull” phenomenon. No — they told him we don’t hear ourselves at all. They claimed that what we think we hear is merely predicting what we said, because we already know what we’re trying to say. No sound. Just… expectations.
And he believed them.
He spent that week wandering around the house, talking to himself and trying to catch his own voice in the act, like a dog chasing its tail. This was the same man who could swap out a car engine without cracking a manual and fix a water heater with just a paperclip and a prayer.
