The act

People are the best pretenders
It’s one of the worst realisations I have of people as I walk thru this life.
I see this world as a stage
Many of us are actors and actresses most of the time
When we’re off stage we are the audience but we like to be part of the action so much we’re always near the stage
We drift sometimes unknowingly
We’re so much in character most of the time such that our fictional characters become our real characters
I think we’ve gotten to a point where it’s difficult to distinguish the audience from the actors/esses
The stage is so diverse and complicated such that we constantly interchanging places
At some point we’re on stage and at others we think we’re off stage
Behind the curtains there is always someone and that someone mostly is just our conscience
The audience is at its peak when we throw in the towel and for the moment we surrender and want to see what happens next
This act irritates me to say the least
The play that has been playing on the stage I’m sitting across most of the day has a play on friendship
The actors/esses see themselves as the audience and they rarely quit the stage to rest as they believe they might miss something of the act
These friends of mine act surprised when I do not bat an eyelid when they forget about me and I don’t complain about it
I’ve accepted that’s what life is like
People pretend o be your friends so that they appear to be in good company
They do it also so that they get to be close to you
They come close so that when they attack they hurt you where it pains the most
And all this is done in the name of friendship
I really do not know what people get from the pain of someone
But whatever it is what keeps this act going.