Makes me sick, all that fakeness. Seriously. All this pretending to be a great person with all smiles and cheers and so completely caring about everyone but actually its all one big mask, one big lie.
It's different those who mask their hurt and pain with smiles and cheers. That's slightly more understandable. But when it's outright lying in your face, shut the door and then the attitude completely changes, seriously, get a life.
I prefer something real.
Of course, that's if reality means something. One of Pierre Bordeaux's key anthropological concepts was illusio as illusion - life is not intrinsically meaningful but society distributes the meaning of life. To be or not to be is not the question, as being is not an either/or. Being is accumluated, both quantiatively (more stuff) and qualitatively (greater intensity).
Human beings. That's what we are, supposedly.
Perhaps reality does not mean anything for you. But if occupy reality, which unfortunately you do, you take a position in reality.
You want to be fake?
I prefer something real.
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