- "I tried to become what I once hated. I enjoyed it periodically. I assimilated under false pretenses, effectively, successfully, but not comfortably. I wasn't comfortable with myself; I wasn't proud. I was an imposter. But the people around me weren't astute enough to pick up on it so my correction had to come from within. I corrected it."
And it made me wonder how much people give up in order to stay safe. And that by extension made me sad.
And as he was explaining it occurred to me that people don't often really love other people. They don't know other people well enough to do so. They love their ideal of a person, the mask that that person projects. Isn't that tragic, to fall in love with a mask? A mask the person might don in order to stay safe?
I guess I'm not safe.
And that makes for some interesting times, in the least pleasant sense of the word. I fall very hard.
I still think it's worth it.