I titled this reflection a couple of days ago before I even decided to write it and now I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to write. I think I was reflecting upon something to do again with the way in which we all subscribe ourselves to the versions of us that are palatable with the people and social spaces we often find ourselves in.
I’m not sure how to put this into any other words, but I think for the most part we are all subjected to the social norms we have imprisoned ourselves into over time, putting us in a position where we have to create a rendition of ourselves that mirrors the ideal version of us that can easily navigate these spaces with little to no quarrel.
I guess I’ve been reflecting over this theory / idea because I’ve come to the realisation that everybody has an ugly side to hide. In my time observing myself, other people, situations above all I’ve found that everybody hides to a certain extent, the true rendition of their inner being.
Sometimes I listen to conversations between folk wondering if they’re truly saying what they mean or if they are wording their phrases in a way in which they want the other person to perceive them. It’s what leads me to believe that everybody has something to hide, and personally I don’t blame them for doing so at all.
It appears as though the world we have created for ourselves will only tolerate a a certain degree or percentage perhaps of who we truly are:as soon as we begin to slip up, or the cracks begin to show on our masks, all hell seems to break loose.
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