A very long conversation with an older person led me to a theory: we are all puppeteers. I have always strongly believed that there is not one side to a person. No one can ever know anyone else (sadly, sometimes even themselves) entirely. There are far too many obstructions, not to mention a thick and sturdy facade.
So on with the puppets. I think that in an effort to protect ourselves (a defense mechanism of sorts), we tend to make puppet versions of ourselves. They talk, act, react, think and look they way we want them to–or the way we think we should. They are a figment of our interpretation of and compromise with the norm.
In a way, there is you and i, our core real selves and then there is our puppet. And people often only have to see and interact with our little puppets until they hit a sore spot, decide to delve deeper, and somehow cut the strings off of our creation. Perhaps only then will anyone really see through who we are–or at least a part of
I sense a project here…
