A point of difference

Fakes and frauds

We can behave differently in certain situations like an actor playing a part in a film. These different representations of ourselves are formed from a basic personality mask. We meet those that are adept at putting on a show in public but have a whole different nature out of view. Comedians with no humour at home. Kind and caring on the surface yet extreme bullies behind closed doors. Some will just take people as they find them, never getting to see the other side of a person’s personality. There is not a lot one can do when you get an insight into that which would be preferred to be kept hidden. People may favour living with the devil they know than the devil they don’t. I admit to dropping a fair few sarcastic comments that allude to my knowledge of what is going on. I have seen many take the brave step of ending a horrid relationship and emerge relieved.

People come up to me with a lot of excitement, a glint in their eye, and tell me about people who are amazing and have wonderful careers. They may think they are the most attractive handsome beautiful thing on earth, but there are plenty of those about. There is no mention of the horrid working hours and the tiresome nature of many aspects that go with the so-called super job they have. To the dismay of those that have seen it all before, suckers flock to them over and over again. They are not special but rather unremarkable. Sure, when reality bites the duped will feel some disillusionment for being taken in, but the lure becomes a trap of sorts when it results in children aplenty. I don’t want to copy them nor emulate their style. I just get tired of biting my tongue and not expressing a bit of disdain. However, I do not really have any justification to say that the way I am is in any way better than the frivolous. No amount of effort building an image will entice them all, but I have to play the game to get a bit of what I want.

We want to be heard. We want to be listened to, all of us. Some like be the center of attention at every gathering. Then there are the notorious braggers who can’t refrain from the urge to boast about all the things that they have been doing. I meet parents that forget that we have all had children ourselves and don’t see what I see; their children are as standard as any other. I don’t really think they are dull, but I don’t share their wonderment to that same extent. Neither do I have the same wish to talk for ever more about nappies and play school and how quickly they have come on.

People have views that are entrenched. People construe things in a multitude of ways. People say one thing in one scenario and something else in another. It can be tiresome trying to fathom what people really mean. It takes a lot of effort to get to the bottom of the story. So, we let a lot go and leave people to it. We don’t need to be right all the time. We give up trying to convert. In respect of the newly parents, their kids are the main focus at the moment as anyone that has been there knows all too well. Hence, I need to keep reminding myself that what is important to them is equal to what is important to me.