Illusions

Why do we create illusions of ourselves?

Has that thought ever crossed your mind?

Have you ever wondered why we lie about ourselves?

Why some of us go to great lengths to maintain those lofty illusions of who we are?

To pretend like we're someone other than who we really are...

Something deep inside of us tells us that we're not good enough, that no one would want to have us around.

That we're a burden on society, that we can do nothing right.

This is a common occurence within the modern man, or woman if you will.

Things we encounter in our everyday struggle will constantly test this inner demon.

If we succeed we starve it, if we fail we feed it.

However not everyone chooses to listen to this little being inside. 

They just leave it there in it's own twisted misery, so that they can go on with their seemingly carefree lives.

While others embrace that shitty little demon and make themselves into one.

They wallow around in their own self pity, and they try desperately to bring out the demon in others around them.

Some of us even name our demons, choosing to accept that it will always be a part of us. 

They then go on to live more balanced lives, sometimes sinking low and other times climbing high.

This is just my general, uneducated opinion on the topic of our self esteem.

Now back to the topic at hand.

Some people go to extreme lengths with these illusions, creating a grand scheme in which they are the sole conspirator. 

They delude themselves in such grand fashion, that they believe they have fooled everyone around them.

Creating a past that is close to reality, but pretty damn far off to anyone who knows them. 

Inventing stories that never happened just to seem like they are better than they really are. 

Everybody knows one of these, the one that always has to top your story. 

If you walked on the moon, this idiot took a stroll around the mountains of Mars..

These kinds of people believe they have everyone fooled, they think people view them as the pinnacle of humanity! 

While reality asserts itself around the fact that these kinds of people need a serious reality check. 

Hopefully in the form of a hockey puck straight to the temple, or just being tackled by an NFL linebacker. You know one of those big ones that eats dinosaurs for breakfast. 

Everyone knows one of these "illusionists", and everyone silently rolls their eyes when such a being opens it's mouth. 

Because lets face it, what can you really tell someone who lives inside a grand illusion?

«Hey you, this shit aint really real. We're kinda down here struggling with this every day shit, not up over the clouds eating stars.»

Since this would accomplish nothing, no one really does it.

Instead one can kind of lean back and silently encourage this kind of person, and just slowly feed this runaway train. 

Just out of a morbid curiosity to see how it will look when this train finally derails.

Choo, choo motherfucker! This one's gonna go boom-boom!

Me? I choose to just ignore such people most of the time, and just hang around them enough to observe the development of their illusion. 

Since I place honesty as the number one thing on my «list of things a friend should have».

You can be the stupidest and meanest idiot around, as long as you're honest about it...

You're cool in my book.

You can fuck up like there is no tomorrow and burn every bridge we've ever crossed, as long as you're honest about it...

You're cool in my book.

You can bang every girl i've ever dibsed, even the ones I perma dibsed. Just as long as you're honest about it...

You're cool in my book.

You could seriously murder a small municipality of people, as long as you're honest about it...

You're going to spend a loooong ass time in jail.

Confess to the crime, you gots to do the time!

But you would still be kinda cool in my book, as long as you did not murder somebody honest that I liked...

So naturally these «illusionists» rank pretty low on my list of friends, because most of everything they spew out is lies and more lies. 

But that's just my way of viewing things.

Signing out!