Being “real”

Over the years people have occasionally said that one of the things they like about me is that I’m “real”. I used to take that as a compliment. But now I just sort of shrug and think “What else would I be?” I have to think that it doesn’t make sense to be anything but “real”. Why would I want to pretend to be someone else, and have someone like that person – who isn’t me, instead of finding the people in the world who genuinely like who I actually am.

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