You know that feeling, right? Not being lied to in an obvious and direct manner, but rather having the information coming your way filtered in a highly insidious and deceptive manner. There's no way to prove your hunch but yet it nags at you with every interaction. Something's not quite right. I'm not a suspicious or paranoid person by nature. I'm open and honest and optimistic. I tend to give people I care about the benefit of the doubt to the nth degree. My extra empathetic sense may lead me to care about those who aren't truly deserving, but the double-edged essence of this perceptive sword also alerts me to deceit. I trust my gut. I refuse to become cynical.