For Those That Wish To Be, To Become Those That Are

For Those That Wish To Be, To Become Those That Are

A Story by walkingdollhouse
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Short musing (423 words) about fragmented identity and social anxiety. This isnt some clichéd emo stuff (atleast I sincerely hope it doesnt come across like that) Feeback appreciated! Enjoy

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Do you ever feel like your identity is subject to context? Like your some freakish chameleon with no fixed character, taken away by the day to day environs of your life, and emotions of those around you


Those more shy than you see you as an extroverted footloose character from Sex and the City.


Whilst those more confident than you see you as some weirdo introvert, that would be better off as an extra on the Adams Family.


Sometimes these thoughts others have of me consume my consciousness. I get so wrapped up in them I can no longer just “be.” At moments it gets so extreme I become their thoughts. I speak and move in the way they see me, or at least how I perceive they see me. Followed by hours of self-loathing, in which I mentally rehearse every moment of the spectre of my fake being.


I get momentary bursts of clarity, as if awoken in my own tailor made matrix, constructed by low self-esteem and paranoia. In these moments, I think “this is bullshit, I’m f*****g nuts” “nobody thinks that of me” “or if they do, who gives a s**t about someone who doesn’t even understand irony?!” eg, my mother’s latest boyfriend.


The point is I am f*****g stuck. I cannot just simply BE. I am so profoundly aware of everything around me and within me that nothing makes sense anymore. All rational analysis and judgement becomes polluted by my sick inferiority induced perceptions and desire to be liked.


Stand-up comedians are known for having this intense desire to be liked and validated. I hear, that after each laugh received from a joke it feels like someone just injected your low self-esteem with heroin, momentarily floating around in happy land, in which you are the master of the universe. They work to be loved in a systemic, and probably deeply destructive way. I don’t have that.


Instead, if people don’t like me, I just sit there and let it fester silently, uttering a few alien sentences, feeling as if in the body of some bizarre socially awkward character I feel has been projected on to me. I do not challenge this assumption and work to be loved. I weakly take it and reinforce it through my defeat. And then of course write about to you guys, like a pathetic idiot.


I don’t want to be a validating seeking comedian, or a self-loathing weakling. I just want to BE.

 

 

© 2015 walkingdollhouse


Author's Note

walkingdollhouse
please inform me of your thoughts regarding this piece. grammatical points are of less concern. i am more interested in whether or not it was engaging or felt truthful. or if it didnt, why so?

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It seemed genuine. Growing up I was introvertish, feeling much of the same thoughts. The great thing about becoming an old...and I mean, really old, is, after a while you stop caring what people think. I go to the supermarket in old sweat pants pulled up around my armpits just for laughs. I don't really do that, but I think, that's what younger folks expect me to look like. I have some old white socks with orange stripes around the top. Maybe I'll add that to my wardrobe of dress up.
The point here is, if there is one, is, you really only have to please yourself. If you're happy being who you are then great.
Have a wonderful life.
Old Fart Guy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

walkingdollhouse

9 Years Ago

Oh thank you so much "Old Fart Guy," haha. Your review seems like genuine words of wisdom. And I bel.. read more



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WOW!!!!!!! You are so real!!!!!!!!! Just BE whatever the f**k you want to BE!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

walkingdollhouse

9 Years Ago

haha awesome! and i will be!
It seemed genuine. Growing up I was introvertish, feeling much of the same thoughts. The great thing about becoming an old...and I mean, really old, is, after a while you stop caring what people think. I go to the supermarket in old sweat pants pulled up around my armpits just for laughs. I don't really do that, but I think, that's what younger folks expect me to look like. I have some old white socks with orange stripes around the top. Maybe I'll add that to my wardrobe of dress up.
The point here is, if there is one, is, you really only have to please yourself. If you're happy being who you are then great.
Have a wonderful life.
Old Fart Guy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

walkingdollhouse

9 Years Ago

Oh thank you so much "Old Fart Guy," haha. Your review seems like genuine words of wisdom. And I bel.. read more

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Added on June 8, 2015
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Tags: memoir, diary, social anxiety, identity, insecurity, coming of age

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Current MA student in American Studies. A Londoner residing in Amsterdam. Interested in writing, popular culture, comedy, film and literature. Feedback and criticism appreciated! more..

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