
Where’s the box?
I keep harking back to a time in my dreams when I wasn’t living here, and certainly didn’t dream of Japan. Was that a simpler and easier time or just a less expanded time? Seems like when people don’t think much beyond their neighborhood, the ideas that they have are really simple, but are they any less useful? People really do make their own realities, and it does take some doing to change the one you’re in (or seem to be in). Experience is just that and everyones’ is different. One of the Russian expats that I know was commenting that her town is considered pretty backward in Russia, yet these supposed Moscow cosmopolitans that have never left Moscow know very little beyond their metro backyard.
So who is the bumpkin and how do you tell if one is sophisticated or not?
Is it clothes, words, thoughts, or something else? I meet people all the time, and they judge me by what I say or don’t say, and perhaps by the nationality they think I carry in my accent. But do they really know who or what I am? Well, probably they know as much a I know about them, which is often very little. People seem so guarded nowadays, that very little real substance seeps through. You get occasional flashes of reality, bytes really, and then masks slide back into place, and you wonder, what was that really about, that brief exposure.
Oh well, mustn’t think too much about it, or I might get too real myself.
Or would I? Or would I simply be who I am now with an added mask?
Though I have to say I’m not one to usually consider pretending to be a clown, but I suppose we all have our moments for drama, whether high or low..
So who am I ? Well I guess I am who I think I am, but sometimes it feels like I am who other people think I am. But to be honest, who people think you are might be miles away from who you really are (which could be a good thing or not).