The week before last, I shared with you a post containing a bit of uncharacteristic rambling about fake things I like as well as a few I don’t personally care for. The central premise was that just because something is fake … doesn’t necessarily mean it’s bad.
Thing is, as I got toward the end of that post, some deeper thoughts began to tickle the fringe of my sleep-deprived mind. But they would have taken the post in a completely different direction (if I could have even managed to grab hold of them in that state). So I just decided to write a follow-up post.
Well, here we are. And so I shall.
In the comments section after that previous installment, there was quite a bit of interesting discussion about “fake people.” We all know them:
The too-loud laugher with the glistening perma-smile that never quite creases the eyes.
The party guest who enters with fanfare, kisses the air beside both cheeks with an ostentatious *muah!* and always seems to be standing in camera-ready poses.
The co-worker who profusely issues compliments and nods heartily in agreement during conversations — and yet somehow always seems to be at the center of office gossip, drama and controversy.
Today, I’d like to offer some thoughts on fake people (and, quite possibly, ourselves)…