My very first date with my boyfriend found me in a metaphysical argument about whether or not there were such things as facts. It was my position that there were, in fact, not.

Time and human memory have great powers of distortion. Upon this, my claim rested.

Today I don’t know if I could sustain such beliefs with the same enthusiasm. However, I am still dubious about some things we hold to be true. In the past 24 hours, I have heard the following: “Humans and dolphins are the only two species that masturbate for pleasure.” “It is impossible to die in your own dreams.” “The ugly lumps upon their head are attractive and encourage prospective mates.”

I invite you to draw your own conclusions.