The energy it takes to play pretend. So draining to play the part. You know you should smile but you do not feel it. You fake your reaction. You show them the face they expect to see. You act the emotion they want to feel. You tell them what they want to hear. Yet you know you are playing a part. You do not feel and do not understand why. You know some see through the charade but do nothing. You know they do not have the energy because of  their own masquerade.
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Everyone pretends in some way or another. Almost everyone I know holds a secret fear at being “found out†in some way, usually at work.
Fanny that, or sad, but what if everyone experiences that same uncertainty, the same sense pretense, with who they are, that it’s the one thing we all share and unites us, but the one thing not allowed to be seen or shown?
What if our pretense is not pretense at all, but that our pretense is who we are?
What if were tired not because of the pretense but because we judge the pretense as being negative?