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Monday, June 18, 2012 Fake it ‘till you make it. "Really? I’d say this thing is Swiss cheese but the truth is if that metaphor were made real there’d be more air there than cheese, and if there were any cheese at all it’d be moldy and you wouldn’t want to eat it. Do you know what happens when you follow this advice? You’re a fucking fake, and everybody knows it. People aren’t stupid, they can see through that shit. People see you as fake, and perhaps materialistic, and shallow, and fake. On top of that, because people can see right through that shit and they know you haven’t “made” it yet, you come off as pretentious. You start spouting all this bullshit and people are rolling their eyes and thinking “who the hell does he think he is?” Not to mention that it leaves you empty. You put up this image of yourself, and it gets thicker and thicker. It becomes more and more important that no one pierce that veil and see who you really are, the troubles and stress you really have going on. Because then they’d see you were a fake and they’d hate you. Well, they already see you as a fake, but you don’t realize that — you’re a decent poker player who’s so fucking full of yourself you fail to realize the other players know your tell and they’re playing right into your bluff ‘cause they know you’re egotistical and pot-invested and you won’t just fucking fold. But you do fold. You fold at night, alone, in your custom-designed house of cards standing on a foundation of mixed metaphors and poor word choice. Because you’ve fallen hook, line, and sinker for The Worst Piece of Advice in the World. See, everybody reads it wrong and confidence is a tricky thing. I can tell myself (and only myself) every fucking day that I’m one of the greatest writers in the world. I can force myself to believe that. If I tell myself that often enough, it becomes a mantra, it sinks in, I sweat it out my pores. It is present in every breath. I believe it. And if I believe it, I can make other people believe it. Smoke and mirrors, my friend — smoke and mirrors. But people never read it that way. They hear someone mouth those words and they spit them back out as applicable to external perceptions: if I want to be one of the greatest writers in the world, I’ve gotta look (and act) the part. If people see someone who looks like one of the greatest writers in the world, they’ll believe it. No, they won’t. They’ll think you’re a fucking fake. Because we don’t give people enough credit. Most people see with more than just their eyes." Source: jayarrarr How do I put this plainly without feeling exposed and naked Can't even put together the words Sick of being anything Back from Bangkok, a good but unfortunately timed getaway Tomyum, padthai,mango rice, shop shop shop and shop. Eat. Shop. Sleep. Leaning against the edge of the infinity pool overlooking the city, if only this lasts! Reality slapped me like a hangover this afternoon Gone down this route of thought too many times, decided that it is too impractical to fight ~natural order~ Books it is. You have to do what you need to in order to do what you want to (?) So be it// whatever floats your boat// anything lah// Boo to passive aggressive attitudes Y/N just spit and make your stand/opinion don't make me guess 1 outstretched hand flailing at nothing, hoping to skim the surface tell me how/now 
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