It takes a lot to get me really riled up. Lately the ‘fake’ is what really gets my blood pumping. Maybe fake is too harsh a term. Instead I think its more like this: Often people find themselves by finding other people and modeling themselves–their ‘true’ identity after what they see in those other people. In sociology we call it dramaturgy, but what I’m talking about is even a step removed from that. I’m talking about assuming ones identity and skill set and parading around like it was yours to begin with.
Yep, i’m ranting again. I thought It would take a longer time before I got so worked up that I was at this point–disjointed and straight up irritated. I pride myself on being a zen individual. However, I have to have somewhere that I can express the annoyance that has suddenly overcome my better judgement.
I recognize this post doesn’t make a whole bunch of sense. I’ll give you a hypothetical to help narrow it down:
Imagine you bake cookies. Your cookies are special to you, because of how well received they are. You enjoy baking cookies and even start to think that it might be cool to bake cookies with someone else. Well, you start baking cookies with this new partner and he loves the way you bake–thinks everyone would benefit from seeing it. So, he hangs out with you and gets your recipe.
Next thing you know, he is baking cookies and selling them. He is going around the town telling everyone that this is how cookies ought to be made. He ends up with a lot of money and popularity. However, all of this time he’s baking with your recipe, he neglects to mention that it is yours. Instead they’re his cookies now and always have been.
Kind of pisses you off, right?