"The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made."
- Groucho Marx
“Why are there so many fake people?!?!?!”, a Facebook friend asked with flustered clustered punctuation. To my surprise, everyone responded as if drunk on positive psychology. So surely authentic in their affirmations. Although this was nice to observe on a certain level, there also lingered a neurosis of a sort.
Cocked ready the "real" people were to vilify the "fakers", in some sort of holy social media altruistic wagon ride, with every village idiot on board.
It’s like yelling at someone from car to car. It lacks the courage of any conviction.
Most people have complexities, anxieties, stresses, personality disorders, mental illness, etc. Not to mention the influence the media has to move our culture into uncomfortably suggested social norms. Compliance confusion, if you will. Oh, you will. Is it that surprising that people would try on different masks, or be uncomfortable with the one they wear? Or, maybe momentarily they suffer from an existential befuddlement while re-calibrating their own reality. Thus transitioning into anew. You wouldn’t curse at a caterpillar in a cocoon. Fake? Is there truly such a thing?
We're basically jabbering naked monkeys on a big pile of magnetic stardust, hovering on a sunbeam, in an ever expanding Universe of unimaginable size. No one’s got it figured out! That's the funniest, scariest, and even perhaps the most poetic part about living.
Too often we cast judgement on others in a higher way, or at least with certainty, that we know the correct way to live. A reactionary fed-up-ness at times, understandably. However, it was the cultish compliance in accordance with that question, that stirred defence of the “fakers” in me.
So then, what is real? Are all these “fake” naysayers on the right, and real path to self-fulfilment, or enlightenment? I’m not so sure, but maybe that’s the point. The only thing I can see as being real, is uncertainty itself. After all, self-actualization according to Maslow, is at the highest importance of our needs when the conditions of all others are filled. Perhaps then, only achievable through the lapse of time, and with the right conditions for interpretation. Like watering a growing garden. Give people time to breath, time to grow, and lay roots of character. If we could only help nurture the soil of souls, instead of first sowing the seeds of condemnation. What a beautifully diverse garden of life we could have that could fill us more than any secular economic social status, or FaceBook status, ever could.
Updates of reality need to be reassessed by conversations, however, sometimes in our daily frustrations we slip too easily into the practice of exclusion with our words. How soon we forget as our divisions grow they were all illusions of self. It’s ok to be uncertain about who you are. Try on masks, and don’t stop till one fits.