We all desperately need someone to know us, to know who we are, to know everything there is to know about us. Every little thing that makes us who we are. We desperately need someone to find these things out. We want to share it all, but we are so scared of someone actually knowing us, of someone finding out who we think we are. How do you explain something you don't even understand yourself? How, when we are so terrified of how someone will react to us, to us without the masks that we wear everyday? Which is scarier; that someone could know us, or that someone might know how we see ourselves?
I wear a physical costume at work, a disguise(only because I get paid for it!). The thing is though that we all wear disguises, costumes that we put on for people, and we end up wearing different ones for every person in our life. We tailor who we are for each person based on who we think they want or need us to be. Add in that we all know how society says that we should act, we all know what group or stereotype that we have been assigned by the rest of the world. We are, of course, expected to act accordingly. All in our endless need to categorize and label everyone and everything in our world. It would be better if we were just labeled as a person. Nothing more, nothing less. Instead, I am a "book nerd", "movie nerd", "sports nerd", "star wars geek", "dance maniac", "nice guy" and a self-professed "funny man". It is so bad that I actually see myself with these labels attached.
I am a man. I am a son. I am a brother. I am a friend. How about I stick with these. All the other labels are more about my interests than me, boiled down for the lowest common denominator.
Oh, I forgot to add "elitist", "snob" and "asshole" to the labels back there. Oops.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
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