(Sometimes it feels like a fight to find authenticity in myself and in people around me. I wonder how many masks I look at every day and how many masks I put on without realizing it. Not knowing is increasingly frustrating. Creative rant to follow.)
That’s what I want. I want honesty and integrity and transparency. Tell me like it is, not how you think I want to hear it. Don’t tell me it’s fine when I know it’s not. And don’t skip over the problem like not seeing it makes it go away.
No one likes your shiny, perfect self.
In fact, it’s detestable. You want people to think your life is perfect and everyone should be more like you.
I don’t want to be you.
I can see through the shiny exterior. It’s like waxing a dirty floor. You put on a perfect coating so no one can get close enough to scrub off the grime. But all it does is make the gravel more pronounced.
I can see it a mile away.
You have flaws like me. You struggle like I do. You have bad days, attitudes, and disappointments. Life isn’t fair. Not to you and not to me.
I want you to admit it.
I want you to admit it because then I could admit my life isn’t perfect either. I’m not who you think I am. I never say what I think. I know how to smile and say It’s fine.
I hate the facade.
I’ll keep myself safely tucked away. Hidden behind the veneer of politeness. And when that runs out, sarcasm. But you don’t know who I am. I’m not polite and I’m not sarcastic.
I’m scared because I don’t know who you are. I’m scared I might go through life not really knowing anyone or being known. Is there a safe place to tell the truth? Everyone is looking. Me, too.
I want to be known.
What do I know? I know when someone is telling the truth and when someone is hiding. You’re hiding.
And so am I.
It’s been nice… not knowing you.
The world deserves more truth. The people you love deserve to know who you are. What are you holding back that you’re just dying to release? Who do you want to know better? Tell your truth in the comments.