Who you are is what you choose to do. The self is not a face beneath the mask, the mask is a choice of the self. The choice is the self, and we are all who we say we are.
The choice is the self.
I would tattoo that on my brain if I could.
Every day.
Mood. I just roll w/ it. I suppose my mantra is “Fake it till you make it” because goddamn I’ve been faking it for decades.
After years and years and years of masking… I finally was fed up and stopped giving a shit.
I’ve found like a few of my family members actually like me more now because I don’t politely hide my feelings anymore.
“Okay. This was fun. I’m heading out now. Bye!”
“You’re leaving? Why?”
“Because I don’t want to be here anymore. Okay bye!”
No more midwestern goodbyes ever .
I’m seen as “rude”, at first, then many people slowly start to go “Boy, I wish I could do that…”
I’m still trying to find “me”, though, sometimes.
I know who I am. I’m the dude playing the dude disguised as another dude.
