Life Is Full of Fake People and Everyone Is Not Being Real Example For Students

Life Is Full of Fake People and Everyone Is Not Being Real My classmates and I were assigned by our professor to write an essay about a certain topic entitled Life is full of Fake People, and everyone is not being real. A lot of ideas were playing inside my head but I don’t know how to commence. I remember instantly my experience about fake friends; I can pretty much say that I grew up with a bunch of fake people. I have so many in my community and it isnt even funny. Not to mention the friends that I’ve had growing up over the years. I want to tell a tale of a so called best friend I had growing up. At the end of fifth grade I had made a few friends, but this one guy that was with us kept staring at me. He didnt speak often, but I would catch a glimpse of him eying me a lot and it creep me out at first. This went on for about a week until I broke the ice. Pretty much afterwards we became fast friends and I found myself hanging out with him more than all the other people. We grew very close as the days and months went by, but it didnt take very long for me to realize something about him. When other people were around us he would give me this look I dont know how to explain it, but every time someone else we knew came around, he would distance himself from me. He would speak less and not stand close to me, it was odd but I let it slide. As even more time went by we found ourselves in a what you would like to call clique. There were four of us then six, Our group was growing, but little did I know things were only about to get worse. Like any boy group things start to happen, if tw o of the boys were fighting then they group would separate and it becomes a he say she say. Well all the he say she say came all back on me. For some reason all the boys would be angry with me when I came around, would give me the cold shoulder or just laugh and snicker when I came around. I never knew why until I started to study my friend he would always have a look of guilt on his face and would never look me in the eye. The more I studied him the worse it gotten until one day all the boys were at my door. I answered and the whole group told me to come outside. They all had this strange look on their face, so it made me question their motives, but what really got me was the look on his face once again, thats what I knew what was going on. Come outside we would like to have a word with you One of the boys said. Thats when they started glaring at me. I knew I was being set up and he was the cause of it. I didnt go outside that day and Im glad I didnt, because they were going to lur e me outside somewhere in the back of our house to gang me. I was told this by a boy who wasnt my friend, but was there when the plan was made. John told everyone that you had been talking about them behind their backs and now everyone is trying to fight you.† He said. John was my friends name if you’re wondering. I had also found out from the boy that my so called had been spreading rumors about me that my house smelled bad, he even said I had gotten beaten up on the bus, when I walked to school. It only had gotten worse, when he started to spread even more rumors. I would say that I and this guy almost got into about ten fights no joke. He had started to tell everyone he was going to fight me and that he was going to beat me up. It was something every week. When I confronted him about all this he cried and asked me to forgive him. I decided to forgive him if he promised me he wouldnt do it again. of course he did it again. He even stole a would be girlfriend of mine. I had told him one day that I had a huge crush on one our friend’s cousins and I wanted him to tell her I liked her, well he went over and told her something and next thing you know their dating. I wanted to punch the **** out of him for that, but I let it go. According to my other friend he had went up to her and said he had liked her, and he decided to date her. What made me mad about it was she liked me and I knew it. He didnt even feel any remorse about it. It was as if I was the one trying to steal his girl or whatever, he would always say. You’re my friend, so you better not try and steal my girl. WTF? I was so fed up with him, yet I couldnt get rid of him. He would knock on my door every morning like nothing happened. He would follow me or try to catch me going somewhere to follow me, plus we rode the same bus when school came back in since we moved schools. I couldnt get away from him. I felt trapped, because If I didnt keep an eye on him, guys would be at my door ready to beat my *** everyday. No joke I would say that he had a team of six guys including himself at my door ready to fight me about five times in all. He admitted to starting the rumors every time. When I asked him why she would say ooh it’s the past let it go. I also remembered that If a guy did him wrong or got mad at him he would get mad at me calling me a stupid ***** and that he wanted to beat my ***. It was as everything that made him angry was pointed at me and it was. Some guys who clearly didn’t like me would get him mad, just for it to fall back on me. This boy even had his brothers believing I was the fake and crazy one. He told them I treated him wrong and used him. His brothers would be mean to me and cuss me out and I didn’t even know why. I cried a few times myself wondering why he was so evil. The last time I saw him was in the third year of high school and I promised myself I would never speak to him again once I moved and I never did. Somehow he had gotten my number and tried to call, but I never answered. I guess he got the picture, but Im older now and I dont have to deal with crap like that anymore. Global Warming Fact Or Fake?On the contrary, Francois Duc de La Rochefoucauld says, â€Å"We are accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to others.† This saying means, we need to fit in the community we are living for us to relate to others, but as time goes by we didn’t realize how much influence it gives us. We became the others that we thought we could never be. In reality it seems to have a positive implication, in developing one’s public relations, self confidence and idealism. And with this quote it made me ponder. Dont we all disguise ourselves at one time or another? Donning a mask, we â€Å"mask† ourselves from others. Putting a face upon our face, we assume another identity, conceal our true emotions and overcome our insecurities. Sometimes the mask we put on contrasts with our inner state, our character, our true identity. It does not fit and at the end of the day, we remove them and our true self emerges once again. At other times, the mask grows into us and we grow into our mask, becoming all but one entity. We struggle to peel off that mask but it has become a part of our identity. This time, are we still masking ourselves from others or have we truly masked ourselves from ourselves? The mask becomes us as we become our mask. Disguising ourselves, we slowly become our own disguise. Stripped of all our masks, does one true mask remain? Or is the one true mask the multiplicity of masks that we put on? We wear layers of masks so often that if one is removed; the true self is not found directly beneath. It is just another mask. Yet it is necessary to wear masks and disguise ourselves every day. On the other hand, does being different with different groups of people necessarily equate to putting on different masks just because I open up different aspects of my personality among different people? I could probably be masking certain characteristics to tune in to the situation accordingl y. I find that Ive been changing a lot, acting the charade and being the chameleon. Yet friends who havent seen me for a long time would always exclaim that Im still the same old Welson. On the other side of the plane, friends who are always in contact with me could out of the blue tell me that Ive changed whether for the better or the worse and that I dont used to be like that. There are times when I dont really know myself. As a true Libran, I encompass so many opposing traits. The melancholic sanguine. The uninspired artist. The wordless writer. The reserved extrovert. The smiley grouch. The plucky wimp. The frugal spendthrift. Two counters of contradictory extremes displayed on a single bar. The single bar representing myself. I try to bring the two counters closer to each other, slide them towards the middle. However, there is no way of integrating this duality. I seek to search for my identity but I found myself lost in my SELF. Most people search to be found. I searched only to be lost. Is the confused self who I really am? I change and form myself around different groups of people. I believe many of us do that too. People always tell me how genuine I am, how certain behaviors, acts and mannerism are just some but the truth is Im never 100% myself. Nevertheless, I always keep a little of my base personality involved the true face beneath the many masks. And then I read Carl E. Pickhardt which helped me shed some light. â€Å"Whatever outward mask I choose to wear only affirms some inward part of me.† I dont have to bother about which part is masking which and which side I should trust. I dont ha ve to be bothered about being disguised to myself. Because a mask worn on the outside can actually encourage my inner self to come out. People change over time and who we are is not something that can be cast in stone. We are the sum of our experiences the multiplicity of masks that we put on. I’m pretty sure a lot will agree that we all have to wear mask just because the world has expectations, society has expectations and people have expectations of us. We cant always be ourselves if we want to be kind to others or to please others or to live up to others expectations. I guess the key knows the limit and how to balance coz it gets tiring not to be ourselves always. As I end this essay, allow me to leave a quotation from David Carradine; â€Å"If you can’t be a poet, be the poem.† It means if you cant create beauty yourself, then try to be an inspiration to others. Hope this essay will serve as an inspiration to all.