unmasked

[Hold your breath for the duration...]

Delusion:  Supposititious.  You!  Remove the face, and take off that hat.   They do not suit you and there no longer exists a need for such nonsense.  Please, at least for the moment, allow the real to show through.  Prove to me that you’re a real human being, complete with faults and the same amount of apathy that I, myself, can display.  If you don’t know, say so.  If you don’t care, don’t pretend to.  If you can’t possibly stand me, then act accordingly.  Anything else would be a complete waste of time.

Seclusion: The customer is priority one!  Attention customer service representatives:  It matters not that your company believes it is imperative that you tell me to “have a nice day.”  I know full well that you do not mean it, that you could honestly care less what kind of day that I have, intended or otherwise.  Please, if you must thank me for my patronage, then leave it at that.  You don’t care, and I don’t care that you don’t care.  Oh, and be sure to relay that message to the idiots on high who insist that you must, at all costs, pretend to care.

Seclusion:  What are you afraid of?  You on the street.  Yes, you, with the fake niceties and faux smile on your face.  First off, you wouldn’t be smiling if you knew exactly what I thought of such a counterfeit mask.  Take it off, for crying out loud.  Remove the carefully prepared veil and allow your true self to shine through.  That is how I prefer to judge people, if I have to judge them at all.  Being, or acting as, someone who you aren’t is a most ridiclous ploy.  Besides, just like many a clean window before you, I see through you. 

Seclusion:  The face of two.  Why do you speak to people differently on the phone than you would me?  Is there something about that receiver that forces your voice to jump to higher pitched, but softer tones?  I happen to know that you can’t stand the person you were just talking to.  Yet, you stood there, for forty five minutes no less, acting as though you were completely interested in everything that person had to say.  Is there some point to this charade of courteousness, when you typically wind up bitching about that person when you know that he or she is completely out of earshot? 

Conclusion:  Spurious society.  It seems we are bred to be artificial.  It could very well be the true power that makes the world turn.  People expect it.  Not only that, but they understand it, more than they seem to understand the genuine.  It pains me to contend with one who’s attitude and very mannerisms are completely full of crap.  Newsflash: it is possible to be nice and even polite without being phony.

Then again, maybe it’s just the mask I’m wearing.