What is a trustworthy source? I don’t know who is that source for you. It could be a parent, a teacher, a good friend, a bank director, a street philosopher with a begging bowl, a writer, even a blogger, you name it.
What about TV, a man in a white lab coat, telling you everything about harmful bacteria, in your mouth or in your toilet, on the floor and in the kitchen.
What about your grandmother telling you to be careful with that fiancée of yours, “see (s)he’s lazy”.
Or your uncle telling you about your husband that he saw in the red light district.
Or that boss of your wife phoning you asking why she didn’t come to work today, and baffled you tell him she left to work, just like every other morning.
The last story I heard while commuting by train. The poor woman was working that day in another department. That boss of her was angry because she didn’t bend to his advances.
The story of uncle equally was not true either. He didn’t wear his glasses that day, and he never liked your husband for that matter.
And even that crazy advice by your grandmother, one week before you were going to marry your beautiful girlfriend, based on nothing at all.
And still, all this is poison!
You would wear your grandma’s spectacles now and then to see whether she might be right anyway.
You would keep an eye on your husband, and track his steps to know what he’d be doing.
What about that husband from the wife who went to work in good faith receiving that horrible phone call?
What about auto-suggestion. How you saw something wrong, interpreted it one way, and kept looking that way for the rest of your life through that earlier self-blinding interpretation.
Is suggestion turning your world upside down too?