Carves: The Identity of A Mannequin

We can dance with circumstances and possibilities … but when will we take the chance and be free to be ourselves?”

I’ve been playing with that thought for a bit, as recent relationships came crashing to an end due to fear and the inability to be honest with each other. The inability to share ourselves and become true lovers. I can understand what causes it, be it due to experience or second-hand … the past or present … and even know that we hide because true vulnerability is utterly terrifying. I’ve even justified it saying that we can’t be ourselves with certain people because we weren’t meant to be, and that when the bond is true we couldn’t stop them from seeing through us … or stop them from bringing out our true selves. That in such a situation the only thing we can do to prevent it is to run away. However, the one thing I can’t grasp is “why don’t people want to be themselves?” Is being ourself such a hell?

I mean, this isn’t in regard to the person who’s unpopular staring at the other side of the fence … unable to perceive the good on their side, and the bad on the other … or any situation of the like. That is elementary, and I’m not referring to or speaking of the basics of psychology or stolen identities but rather those moments where we believe or delude that we “want” to tell the truth, but don’t allow ourselves to and make it so hard just to utter a few words. In those moments, we’re afraid to be rejected, or more so we’re afraid that they wouldn’t accept it … us. Afraid to lose them. That much I understand, but what I don’t is … “is living a lie so grand?” How does one justify being accepted for a lie? If we’re hiding ourselves, then we’re lying. Since the person who we show is not really who we are … if anything it’s just an inkling of who we really are.

So I guess some of us would justify, “if they can accept me with the volume turned down, maybe they can accept me with it turned up.” Maybe for those of us who hide … it’s a trial run. However, do we not realize that things are only as bad as we percieve them to be? We just don’t think about it I guess, as we’re lost in the moment of illusion carving our delusions. Do we care so much about “being loved”, that we’ll accept love even if the person they are loving is not us? If we take a sec to think about it in that moment, we’ll see that we aren’t really being loved. We want to them to accept “us” as we are, even if that is not “us”. Wtf? So I guess people just want the feeling, the energy. So we’re afraid to let someone in, and proud of an identity which is not real or proud of something which doesn’t exist.

That just doesn’t make any sense to me. I mean, I can see the reasons and that social standard of sanity (which is just insanity to me) … but I can’t justify doing it personally, nor can I rationalize loving you for who you are not.

So seriously … how do you?

- Prasand J.