I DON’T know what’s happened to me over the past few months.
But I do know this. No longer can I stand fakery.
No longer can I stand the not so sweet smell of bulls**t that seems to linger pretty much everywhere these days.
Do you know what I mean?!
I’ve talked about it a few times on my blog previously. About the importance of being honest and authentic. And yet even I found myself edging over to the dark side this year, continuing friendships with people whom I should have walked away from or pretending everything was tickety boo when things were anything but.
And I tell you this. Fakery is everywhere.
Look around you. Have a think. And you’ll find…
It’s all over the internet. In your Facebook feed, across loads of blogs and anywhere you dare to visit. The media is naturally full of it (literally) with nondescript celeb stories and thousands of photoshopped-to-death images of people – mostly women of course – all of which we’re bombarded with every day.
There’s just too much spin. And too much gloss.
Too many people pretending to be something they are not, hiding their true selves from the world, creating their own cover story. Too many of us concentrating on building a pretty picture, instead of concentrating on building a better world.
And don’t get me wrong. I love a pretty picture! I love hearing good news stories! I love celebrating when people do well and succeed!
But when does it cross the line? When does painting everything in a positive light become anything but light? When does it become a bit darker?
Because today, honestly? I’m struggling to figure out what is real and what is not. I struggle to make out the genuine, authentic people from those who are not. I struggle to make out the truth.
It’s all just so confusing. There’s just too much bulls**t.
(Or at least, so it seems to me.)
In fairness, perhaps there’s a thing as being too honest too?
I know, I’ve been far too open myself sometimes and have lost count of the amount of times I’ve opened my mouth when really – with the joy of hindsight – I should have kept it shut. Lost count of the times when I’ve shared my story, only to have chapters of it thrown back in my face.
The balance between authenticity and fantasy is so blurred sometimes, that it’s hard to know where to draw the line in the sand.
People love honesty. They respond to honesty. Yet, they also fear it. And they also try to stifle it.