The Pretenders... : : January 11, 2006

written and directed by janyn at 07:17 PM as a favorite post.

Individuality and freedom. The two most sought after things that man himself, made desirable. They’re so desirable that some would even sacrifice their lives for ‘em… what is it with individuality and freedom anyways? We have it now, yet we take advantage. So what’s so special? Am I making sense? Whatever. In life, particularly in high school, there are a lot of personalities where you can be categorized into. Some of the categories are called the “jocks”, which are the great athletes, who, one day, might make it in NFL and be a basketball/baseball/something-ball superstar… awesome. Some are the “cool people” who everyone envies, and desperately tries to mimic, but fails miserably. Others are the “nerds” who, one day, might probably become one of those known inventors of the 2nd internet, which by the way is way more efficient and operates faster than the speed of sound, OR, more probably become a nutcase. The “rappers” who are the wannabe MC-Mac’s and the worshippers of Eminem, and known to, in time, develop poor English. Then there are the “Goths” who are immune to the rock hard noise they call music, and known to be very good at musical elements, but then again, more so subsequently trying to commit suicide. But who are we to say who is who? How can we label another person as a nerd or a Goth or anything more? We never ask ourselves the question “who am I?”. Am I a Goth now, because I listen to music that hurts my ears? Cool, because I hang out with the “right” people? A nerd because I’ve memorized the periodic table of elements? I’ve come to the realization that – we are always asked of what we want to be, and so, we force ourselves to be of what we want to be. Thus, leading us away from who we truly are. Posers; the word simply is synonymous to the words imposter and pretender. We all want to fit in, thus, we force ourselves into something we’re not. By pretending that we know how to play the guitar, though we do not, we are called a poser. By pretending that we can, or have written a novel, though we have not, we are called a poser. By pretending to have “someone”, though we do not, we are called a poser. We tend to hate posers, for they are, indeed, liars; trying to do what they cannot, trying to be what they aren’t, it’s such a relief knowing that I am not a poser. It is such self-assurance to know that I can do what one poser cannot, or at least, pretends one poser can. But then again, we should hate ourselves too. All of us are posers. Those who deny it are more so of a poser than all of us who accepts the fact. The world is full of pretenders, merely because they want to be somebody else. Escape the threatening fact that: I am me, and that’s all there is. We always ask ourselves who we want to be, but we never answer the one most correct answer. “Me.”

angels and demons is occupying my mind
the news is blocking my sight
I'm really really huzzaa!

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