The first step towards getting somewhere...

Apparently, it's to decide that you aren't going to stay where you are. Now that we've made our decision let us commence. 

After being stuck in a loveless, blog-less, empty world for more years than I care to admit, I'm back. I have had the pleasure of some new experiences which I have learned a lot from. The years that have passed I would like to think, have aided in maturing my personality like a fine wine, or maybe a smelly cheese. And then there is that unquenchable anger and frustration and subsequent utter disassociation, as a result of those two things, with my fellow man. I have no doubt it will give me some interesting new topics that I hope to be mildly entertaining for anyone that finds this of their own accord.

On that note I will take on the topic that has me spellbound at present. Fiction. 

People are fictional when you really think deeply about it. By that I don't mean that some great playwright in the sky has determined our destiny making us but puppets on strings to act it out. No, I mean that no one is anything more than what they want to be, or feel that they have no choice but to be. We wear the mask that we want the world to see as our face or we allow someone else to put a mask on us, however we all play the part. 

There is plagiarism of our personalities and lifestyles; it's all someone else's work. Though it may be but a tiny sliver of someone else that you took, you took it nonetheless. We take from it all and we create our fictional characters. Ourselves. We believe we are unique and yet here we are all playing the same part and believing that we are bound by those same invisible stings.

One would consciously decide if they were going to approach a situation confidently. They would then become that character that they want to be, willingly giving themselves over to this fiction. They may give themselves a pep-talk in advance. They would then act within a specific template of patterns for body language, tone, and style. They are not the person that they are pretending to be during this performance though. 

Now what has my head spinning is this... Then who are we really? Who are you? Who am I? When all other influence is stripped away who are we? If there isn't anyone to impress? If there's no one to feel threatened by? If there is nothing else at all, who are we all really? Do we have the same basic needs then? Do we necessarily need anything that we pretend we need then? And what happens if we don't get it?

Oh, to want and to need... To like and require... Will anyone ever be able to understand the difference? I sincerely doubt it, most likely because someone else doubted it before me... and then I stole it.