A wise woman once said, “You wouldn’t worry so much about what other people thought about you if you realized how seldom they did.” Think about that. Most people walk around agonizing about what other people think of them. They don’t go around agonizing about what they think about you. Nobody is scrutinizing you. Nobody gives a fuck about you. They’re too busy thinking about themselves. So don’t worry about what anyone else thinks about you. You’re under the radar.
Well, you’re not really under the radar. Everyone can see you more clearly than you could imagine. They just don’t generally give a shit about you or your image enough to tell you everything they understand about you.
People don’t need to scrutinize you to see you for who you are. We put so much time and energy into constructing these elaborate masks to present a polished Hollywood image of ourselves to the rest of the world and hide the vulnerable, shattered people we truly are, but the irony in this is that we’re only fooling ourselves.
You can fool a person on a first date. You can fool a person at a job interview. You can fool anyone for a week at most, but the real you will shine through eventually, and people will pick up on the real you much, much, much, much sooner than you’d expect.
We all like to think we’re smooth. We like to think we’re unique snowflakes. We like to think we’re different. But we’re not. People are people. We’re all 99% the same. The differences are barely consequential. This is why advertising works. This is why brainwashing works. This is why self-help books work. This is why our whole goddamned society works.
But it doesn’t take a professional psychologist to read you. You’re transparent. Period. I’m transparent. Period. I don’t bother pretending to be anyone but who I am anymore even though I know that who I am…is pretty fucking shitty in a lot of ways. But I am who I want to be (as we all are). And apparently I want to be a shitty person (by some standards). Whatever. Fuck it. As long as I like who I am I’m not going to bother hiding the shit stains. It wouldn’t do any good if I tried. You’d see it eventually anyway no matter how hard I tried to hide it. So why expend the extra effort?
So do yourself a favor. Stop hiding, because you’re not really hiding from anyone but yourself. And when someone points out your shit stains don’t waste their time with this, “You don’t know me! You don’t know anything about me!” bullshit. You’re not complicated. You’re not special. You’re cut from a generic cookie cutter. What little else there is to know about you everyone already knows…because you told us/them all about yourself with the words you said and didn’t say. You told us/them all about yourself with your actions.
We know you. And we can see the shit stains you’ve wiped all over your face behind your glass mask.
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