Who Are You?
Is anyone still out there, outside my walls?
To be a liar I don’t really care if everyone dies. To be a liar…I don’t care if people ever start to realize just what I’m trying to do. To be a complete and utter fibber, I won’t care if you don’t listen. Now….to be honest, I lie. Doesn’t that just tickle you the wrong way? I am a terrible liar. Well, actually I’m a very convincing liar, I only say terrible because…well…because I guess I’m supposed to feel bad for lying, for always getting away with it. I’m supposed to feel pained from the secret knowledge of my “crimes”. I do not. I feel thrilled from lying. I feel elated when someone, even close relatives and long time friends, buy into one, hook line and sinker. How do you know your good at lying?
Live on the net for more than a few years…reinventing yourself almost everyother month. Your age changes….your name…your hometown, your life story, who you lost your virginity to, where you lost it. So many details….so many names….
Did you know “Person” comes from the greek “Persona” meaning literally “Mask”.
Every “Person” you have ever met in your life time was not real. None are. None of them….not one! This little truth can wake you up pretty quickly at night. And now it may be dawning on you that YOU yes YOU are not either. And neither am I, your humble narrator has been deceiving you, well I don’t know if you would call it deception exactly if I tell you about it. But you are still free to hold a grudge and stop reading my work. Seriously…go on…leave…don’t finish this.
* at this point the narrator tries to push his head in on each side, he is restrained, fed 100mg of valium and allowed to continue on close observation*
Who are you again? *looks at doctors* Who am I?
Oh, do not answer…it makes no difference what name you give yourselves or to me, I am rather sure they would do us no good.
Nothing is true…everything is permitted.
