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Saturday, June 21, 2008

all the world's a stage,

I think that one of my biggest fears in life, which I hadn't realized until just now, is the fear of being fake. What is real, anyway? Which part of life is an act? Which part of MY life is an act?

I've watched people say and do things for the sake of impressing others, and I have to wonder: when do I do that? I'm not going to say that there are people who don't, because I think that everyone does it, whether seldom or frequently, consciously or subconsciously. But I must admit, I am disinclined to make the impression upon others that some have made upon me, and I sincerely hope that I do not. But how do you draw the line? Because I don't feel like people do it intentionally. It just kind of happens, when you are gathered around others who bring out the competitiveness in you; the need to speak and sound superior, better, wiser.

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