Hey there, here is my answer:
One time, my grandma made spaghetti and it was the best spaghetti ever. I put the noodles in my mouth and the flavors overwhelmed my mouth. I could taste every flavor. The delicious tomato sauce, the perfectly cooked noodles, the perfect meat, and there was some delicious cheese on top. On the side, there was cheesy garlic bread that melted into my mouth and made my mouth water. I wanted more, and more, and more. My stomach was filled with spaghetti but my mouth wanted to taste the flavors for longer. When I was finished, I was happy, I was content, my world was changed. That bowl of spaghetti changed my life. (This story may be a little overdramatized). Nevertheless, that spaghetti was DELICIOUS.
I hope you enjoyed this story of spaghetti goodness.
Explanation:
You don't prove honesty. You accept it. You prove dishonesty. If you meet someone and they tell you their real name, you accept that. If you have reason to not believe them, you investigate to see if they are lying. You are looking for proof of dishonesty. When you find that they weren't dishonest, you are elated because your acceptance of their honesty was justified. If you find that they lied, you are upset because you proved that they are dishonest.”
“We are not offering you the job, sorry.”
