Who are we faking too? Our own selves. Really... What for, What good it be to anyone? Everyone seems to be turning into false prophets on the other end, claiming they know it all.
In this day and age its so easy to fake your identity online, that most of us have already be doing it in a small or bigger way. Our fake selves will kill us all. We always find a way of faking ourselves out. In other words, we can convince ourselves that we’re doing more than we actually are.
The popular notion of “fake it ‘til you make it”? It almost seems like a paradox, two conflicting ideas that cannot co-exist, yet I have come to understand they go hand-in-hand.Without going too deep and philosophical, it could be argued that humanity is universally and inherently “faking it until they make it” – in a constant state of change, living and learning, constantly striving to survive or improve in some way or another. This is occurring on an unrelated wavelength from “being yourself”, which becomes moot point, because the essence of what separates one individual identity from another never changes – the unique genetic makeup and hardwired personality. The self is always coming through, as long as you give it the best chance to come through, to the best of your current ability and potential – whether it be socially, relationships, work, recreation or any other areas in life that are most important to you, at any given time.
There is a set of lonesome saddest of saddest of people, who live in there own world in solitude & there are those self obsessed ones, trying to seek attention in ways - with no love around in there lives. Clinging on the fake lured ecstasy's of life - filling up all the blank spaces somewhere sometimes, despite of all the odds of living with & killing it over on virtual dilemmas over social networking, they tend to suffice with self pity(not showing it to no one), reluctantly not agreeing to it to be true & of any potential. Beside being secretive to themselves to the core, yet strangely, not wanting to come out of there surreal set of assumed presumptions they strive to live on being unsocial in reality. They wont come out of this virtual in an attempt to see the light of virtuousness beyond there self explanatory gist's of there judgmental morals, falseness & superficial cravings.They are afraid to make friends, trust and show affection, increasingly slowing down on to there endeavors if any in there attempts to find & dwell into the differentiation of real and fake, for they feel they are better off alone in the four walled world that they live in. With limitations and self sufficient ceremonial descendants, that they call there own, cheering up to the fake world and asking for attention & not letting there real self come out.
For there emotions might be real somewhere although disillusioned to themselves and thy world they restrictively flee away from and choose to be with the presumed human traits of there near by surroundings, where they find artificial thy few they assume to be real. For all the fruitful endeavors that only last as long as thy selfish need & urge longing is fulfilled. Sometimes its one of the many of the things that takes a back seat & the so called reasoning and logic permits and restricts ones own very soul, mind and body to please oneself and to others in attempts obligatory or with no obligations whatsoever at all.
For lost is thy age and maturity of the ones emotional misunderstanding of convenience they revolve around, unresolved & laid - lying. They often see this pressure being builds up and often end up into an outburst.They in there viciousness of that ever existed & future that they seldom find not overwhelming coming to there rescue, ending up realizing later what was was was, and what is is is and what shall be shall be!.
Not difficult to find millions of the social addict lonesome souls, that differ from one to another, with similar common habitual tendency, nocturnal to self fed foolish online blabbering sorts finding peace with lengthy paragraphs of conversations that would just about suffice them to crave for there very own set of cravings through a chat or two that for them shall be a victorious effort to have achieved something out of nothing, nevertheless leading to nothingness in reality & being afar from significance out of as much of virtual & fake thyself. You will see them online most of the time, very few would understand and agree with the fact, (deep down inside) for why they are there, and for half of the other lot shall deny the factual understanding of acknowledging self to be morons who seem not very sought-fully thoughtful. Loner's irrespective of caste, creed, color, orientation sitting in the wilderness trying to achieve there possible goals to an extent in there hysterical fondness towards a unrealistic unkempt life, hampering there own growth - making them all the more unsocial.
When it comes to those generations young enough or old, to have grown up in a social media–saturated world, the signs are particularly grim.
Social media, of course, hasn’t magically turned us into narcissists. These days, when we spend as much time on social media as we do interacting face to face, this is what we are told fun is: capturing and ‘sharing’ ourselves doing apparently fun things. Witness the ads on television, with their shiny young things and upbeat indie pop, their magic hour vibes and aspirational heft, the shiny young things taking pictures of themselves and poring over them in a way that says These precious moments will last forever, now that we have captured them. Go to any fun park or low-rent tourist dive, where, activity done, you’ll be sold photos of yourself participating in said activity, as if these are the point. Or view the ‘fun’ hashtag feed on Instagram, which is actually 70 million + photos of people pouting into the phones on their cameras, and very little else. Such pre-occupation with ourselves cannot be healthy.
Beyond this, though, I think we need to start talking, frankly and openly, about the epidemic of self-obsession in our midst. What’s enabling it? How are we participating in it? And what’s it doing to us, to our thinking and desiring and experiencing? What murky parts of ourselves do our online selves sublimate or bring out or make worse? Could it be that the current spate of exhibitionism is just the self-serving voice in all of us, writ large?
Thou shall not fake thyself out, Yay or Nay? - Anonymous
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