Everyone has a certain image of him/herself. A certain way you want other people to see you. The things we say, the way we act, the clothes we wear - all these things are chosen to make a representation to other people as to who you are.
Why can't I go along with it? Let people pick their own image and pretend to see it too? I take sick pleasure in showing people how they are posing themselves, in twisting their representations to show them that they are not who they want to be. I do this even with people I love. I don't know why I do it; part of me recoils at the thought of hurting my friends, but there is a part of me that presses forward nevertheless. I think I must be a terrible person.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
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