Is pretending to be someone not showing a part of ourselves that we just want to think as a lie? Do we pretend to be people who we fear to be all the time? Do we pretend to extend ourselves into a different dimension to fulfil the needs and desires of whomever watches us, so we can feel the pleasure of being looked at, being the inspiration of someone? Is pretending to be someone not a justification that the one we pretend to be exists within us, as an exaggeration of an aspiration to become someone? And when we pretend to be less, to run away from responsibilities, does that not show the cowardness in us, is that not the way we choose to camouflage our weaknesses?
Where does the pressure come from, what is the nature of pretending to be someone? Most of the time, there are random people with random lives who just want to appeal to be somewhat more interesting than the person next to them, almost as if there is a dispute, a fight, a contest, some sort of rule that makes them crave a fakeness to stand out in the crowd. And most of the time they aren’t aware of the despair within them to be someone else to fit in social groups. Ultimately, for them, it is about people, showing off to people who surround them, ones who know them, others who don’t. But there are the exceptions where people choose deliberately to mask themselves, most of the time to get away with confrontations, responsibilities, etcetera; those who commit crimes and don’t want to be caught, those who suffer from psychic illnesses and don’t want to be exposed to cruel prejudices, those who suffer the pressure of being idealized, and so on.
When we pretend to be someone, is it really making up an identity, or is it shaping our own self into a given circumstance? We are vastly complex, a wide range of features determines who we are, a line that curves and bends and moulds to the air that surrounds it. Pretending is just curving the line. But does this mean we as a line are timeless, don’t suffer change, just happen to show off different sides to us at different moments? Or do we as a line progress and put forth what comes with us in that moment of time? Basically, is there a core self that remains throughout our entire existence, camouflaged or apparent? A core self that is aware of all the fragments left at different stages of life? A core self that is the source of the multi-diversity of persona’s, that chooses the projections of fake characters?
Is it fair to make up a person’s features from what their physical nature shows? Are we this transparent, this obvious so that we chose to paint our outside as a reflection of what the psychological inner being is, almost as a tattoo that correlates to a belief system, a share of opinions? Can we go beyond prejudices, or do we need to make sentences upon behaviour by judging what meets the eyes?
by Sofia
Where does the pressure come from, what is the nature of pretending to be someone? Most of the time, there are random people with random lives who just want to appeal to be somewhat more interesting than the person next to them, almost as if there is a dispute, a fight, a contest, some sort of rule that makes them crave a fakeness to stand out in the crowd. And most of the time they aren’t aware of the despair within them to be someone else to fit in social groups. Ultimately, for them, it is about people, showing off to people who surround them, ones who know them, others who don’t. But there are the exceptions where people choose deliberately to mask themselves, most of the time to get away with confrontations, responsibilities, etcetera; those who commit crimes and don’t want to be caught, those who suffer from psychic illnesses and don’t want to be exposed to cruel prejudices, those who suffer the pressure of being idealized, and so on.
When we pretend to be someone, is it really making up an identity, or is it shaping our own self into a given circumstance? We are vastly complex, a wide range of features determines who we are, a line that curves and bends and moulds to the air that surrounds it. Pretending is just curving the line. But does this mean we as a line are timeless, don’t suffer change, just happen to show off different sides to us at different moments? Or do we as a line progress and put forth what comes with us in that moment of time? Basically, is there a core self that remains throughout our entire existence, camouflaged or apparent? A core self that is aware of all the fragments left at different stages of life? A core self that is the source of the multi-diversity of persona’s, that chooses the projections of fake characters?
Is it fair to make up a person’s features from what their physical nature shows? Are we this transparent, this obvious so that we chose to paint our outside as a reflection of what the psychological inner being is, almost as a tattoo that correlates to a belief system, a share of opinions? Can we go beyond prejudices, or do we need to make sentences upon behaviour by judging what meets the eyes?
by Sofia