The Puppet Show: Find Yourself at Fakers' Directory

I am a pretender. A faker of my true soul. I wear a mask, visible to some, unseen by most. I do the opposite of what I think and of what I feel. I deceive others. I deceive myself more, but I am not even half scared. I know I am not alone. Am I right? I know I am. And I know I caught you off guard. Pretender!

Like me, you play roles far beyond from your real characters. And though we hate it, we just couldn't stop. We have been fakers for more than a quarter of our lives. It has been too long that we almost forgot which part of us is still genuine. Prentending is actually scary, really, for the faint hearts. But you know what is scarier? It is when after all those pretensions, we suddenly unveil our scarred faces. Lillian Hellman has once written, "It is not good to see people playing strenght all their lives lose it for even a minute." Whether you like it or not, I'll give you my hypothesis. Being true would mean rejection and rejection would mean self-doubt. Self-doubt would trigger depression then maybe, suicidal attempts. But if you realize life's still worth the celebration, you have no other choice but to fake yourself again. If you get tired, you try to become true. Then the cycle goes on and on. See? You got nowhere to escape.

Try looking at yourself in front of a mirror. Stare at the reflection. Just stare, dont talk nor smile. You wouldn't see your true self. If you say I am wrong, you are lying. It is not you. Do not play dumb. Your true self would never reflect in that plain, lifeless looking glass. What you see is just your mortality. The real you is beyond what you see. It is in the depth of your soul and more often than not, you do not recognize it. It is either you do not know where to find it or you play lost.

There are only two reasons we hide behind a mask - we hate being an outcast and we love to fit in. No matter how you deny it, you know you will never live alone and differently. Tell me being unique would raise you above others, I will fearlessly tell you that you are hypocrite.

The social climbers.

They are the ultimate fakers. They level themselves with the privileged minority, though they obviously do not complement with the group. I hate how they act in front of the society but I just could not hate them personally. I know how they strive not to be left out, to somehow feel love and belongingness. They dress up like a fashionable gals, accesorize themselves with expensive-looking jewelry and demand all ears when they start using their high-pitched voices. I know they do not really want to pretend "high" but because the society has defined "great people" as those with silver spoons, they do not have any other choice but to ride on.

The pseudo-intellects

could not also excuse themselves from the fakers' directory. They are individuals who assume to be more intelligent than they actually are. Like social climbers, they just feel the great need to belong to a group accepted by the vindictive humanity. Oh yes, they boost their undeserved egos by pretending they know more than what others know because in this judgmental world, those who know less do not have the right to wear a gold crown.

The dark-skinned, the fat, the stunted, and the pimply - all of them are considered nobodies because the world has stolen their chances to be known, to be accepted. If it hadn't, the what's the purpose of the sudden surface of glutathione soaps, slimming teas and those surgical procedures? Beauty has never gone beyond physical because we have never understood beauty in its depth.

We have glued ourselves too much on the premise that "great people" are those who do not have scars, those who aren't broken, those who are well-heeled, those who own laurels. Now tell me, do we have any other choices than trying to fit in and forget individuality? Our masks - they have covered us from refusals. The thought of someday detaching them never got lost, but the humanity... they surely wouldn't understand. If only the world hasn't made its own definition of things, we might not hesitate wearing off our masks.

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