Pretenders
Why are some of the worse liars in this world, pretenders? They go around pretending to be who they are not? Make problems out of no problems and pretend that the problems they do have don't exist? Essentially making a mockery of themselves and a mockery out of your relationship with them?
I just figured once you reach a certain age, that type of stuff or those types of persons go away; yet, quite the contrary, it only gets worse. People only figure out elaborate schemes to conceal what they feel they don't want the world to know. And why shouldn't they be able to conceal? Pretenders are sent out to the world just like everyone else and they find out early and often what works and what doesn't work.
The more they figure out what doesn't work, the tighter the cocoon around their bodies must be. And that's a shame; a person in a tight-fitting cocoon reveals more of themselves than they think is possible because instead of having a soft outer shell that may hide some of the details, the shell is tough and unwavering and oft time, unflattering.
If this is indeed the way of the world, then will someone please point me in the opposite direction? Dealing with the hindrances of someone else's insecurities is more than one person should have to bear when they're not the insecurities of your significant other or immediate family. And so it goes without saying, without hearing, without touching, without tasting that we must conglomerate with those so simple in their logic of what the world is really about that they have turned a non-existent sense to the world. If not for discovery, then what is this world for?
Forgiveness? 50% of the time, we're too late for that boat. The average person's tolerance doesn't allot enough time or patience for that ship to be an acceptable or accessible mode of transport. And what we're left with is bitter souls broken and tarnished wrapped in too tight cocoons.
It is indeed a sad state of affairs when you realize for these set of circumstances, that you will lose someone you considered a friend forever. And all because you simply refuse to play ball in their field of existence; i.e., you refuse to pretend. . .with them anyway. What a shame.
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