Real vs. Fake – or “Keep asking yourself a question and eventually you will answer it”

by Boxers Branahin

 

What is ‘real’ and what is ‘fake’?  Something has been bothering me lately - it’s superficiality.  People are superficial.  So why does one choose to present a façade to the world?  Can such people be truthful even with themselves?  I think not.  Superficiality is a lie.  “How are you?”  “Oh I’m fine and how are you?” – Bullshit.  “I’m not OK, and neither are you, and I don’t even really care how you are.  But I’m good at pretending like I care; I’ll even gasp if you tell me something bad happened and say, ‘Oh, I’m so sorry.’  But I’m not fucking sorry.  My emotional attachment to your existence isn’t even comparable with my attachment to this week’s football game.”

                But this isn’t me.  Not any more at least, I’ve given up superficiality.  I’m not fake and I’m not pretending to be interested in anything fake any more.  “Damn she’s gorgeous.”  No she’s not, she’s a fucking moron, shallow, conceited and vastly limited.  Limited, how?  Limited as in I can’t discuss an interesting movie with her or comment on the beauty of sunset without her figuring I’m reciting some shit I got from a magazine.  I can’t ask her what a painting means to her.  I can’t look into her eyes and see an understanding (“Is he horny?” she wonders).  And why not, is she mentally incapable?  No, she’s in denial, she’s willingly superficial.  Oh well it must be our society then, right? –  it’s society’s fault that we are pressured into acting this way or that.  I don’t buy it.  That’s confusing the cause with the effect.  A superficial society is a product of superficial people.  It’s a mass, tacitly approved, denial of everything real.  And so what is ‘real’?  What makes one sit back and say “damn, man, that was fucking real!”

                Death comes to mind.  There’s nothing like death to put things into perspective, to draw us out of our self-absorbed superficial mockery of an existence.  When faced with death people sit back for a moment and live in reality.  Then they get in their cars and they go home and they try desperately to forget.  They watch a mindless TV show or lose themselves in their job, or they go to Starbucks and read the new entertainment weekly.

                Everyone knows that there is a “real” world existing just behind the superficial one.  They hear songs and see movies that remind them of this.  But do they really understand the songs and get the movies; do they comprehend the underlying messages or do they just get an uncomfortable feeling in their gut and tell people “Oh yeah, it was a great movie” just because that’s what they’ve learned to say when they see a movie they don’t really want to understand.

                Is death the only thing that’s real?  No, in a way everything is real.  Denial is what is fake.  Denial is creating a fantasy world to ignore what is really going on.  The world is very easy to understand, or at least would be if it weren’t for the idiotic generalizations, simplifications (which are usually complications) and flat out lies that pervade society. 

I mean, Politics – what the hell is this?   I just can’t talk politics with people; it hurts my opinion of others too much.  Politics is an excuse to say the most idiotic things and feel justified because they are supported by a “party”.  What happened to the individual?  “Oh our party is all about the individual.”  You’re full of shit – become an independent; a party is a mob.  I can’t respect anyone that can’t think for themselves and has to hide behind party propaganda.  Don’t recite horse crap to me; put your brain between your ears and your mouth.  I never make the arrogant assumption that I can understand every societal problem to the depth necessary to make an intelligent decision regarding its resolution.  These things are complicated, they take research – impartial research – and the truth is most of them don’t have a solution.  Basically, more people need to learn to deal with reality.   You can’t deter criminals with a prison and you can’t nurture deadbeats into model citizens.  This is reality and politics are just something to argue mindlessly about instead of doing any real thinking.

So what is real?  Life is real.  Learning is real, change is real, acceptance is real.  It’s all related on such a fundamental level.  Talking on your cell phone with Amber about Brittany is fake. Considering yourself, your world and how you fit in to it is real.  Finding justification for your existence in the things you own is fake.  Watching things (friends, yourself, the world in general) grow, change and develop is real.  Masking uncomfortable emotions with food, drugs (yeah, even Tylenol you pussy), a wild party life, aimless sexual escapades or –insert personal unsatisfiable drive – is fake.  An open mind, free from prejudice and denial is real.  Wishing you had more expensive shoes is fake.  Finding contentment is real. 

It really isn’t difficult to distinguish.