It’s rare that I have a genuine, real human connection. To me, 99% of the time, it seems fake. People ask how are you, but they don’t actually want to know. They are afraid of expressing their actual humanity, and push you down when you try to express yours.
They ask “Hows the weather” when we both know that no one can give a shit about how the weather actually is. I long for a real, genuine human connection, but with everyone playing the game, there’s no room left for being real & genuine. You have to put on the mask to play the game, or so the story goes. Hide who you really are and adapt to the monoculture, or you’ll be shamed, you’ll be yelled at, you’ll be jailed. Act how society wants or you don’t get human connection at all. But when we all act without being out authentic selves, we die a little bit inside each time.
So its no wonder you have a bar on every street corner. People need to numb themselves to not feel the immense pain of not connecting to who they are and expressing their true humanity. Or, in a rare burst of courage… they do. And then, as I like to say, they get “regulated” back into submission & compliance.
I yearn for real, authentic, genuine & consistent human connection. I don’t need a flashy car, or an Amazon Alexa. I just need a campfire & authentic people. To be honest, even while writing this I am questioning if I should hit “Publish”. It’s rare that I am this vulnerable and real. And when I am, there’s a fair number of people who can’t handle it.
They have too much invested in the game of being fake. Years upon years upon years of blood, sweat and tears trying to prop up, what is, at the end of the day, a pure contrivance.
But I also know that the best way to overcome fears is to make them known. To make them valid. To hear & express them. And ultimately, to give them some space & acceptance.
To all the people externally, and all the fears internally that say “You can’t be who you are” I simply say this: You have no power here anymore.