In The Dark

a while ago in my french class we were talking (one of the rare occasions that this event actually occurred) about putting up a facade; basically hiding our true identities. and i definitely do this. i won't lie and say i'm not an actor pretty much every day of my life. not all the time of course. but it's definitely there. and it's a little scary, because if i'm doing it, then i have to figure that most other people are doing it as well. so here i am, on a campus of 30,000 students, and i'm pretending to be someone else, and they're all pretending to be someone else, and somewhere in that madness i'm supposed to make a connection with someone that means something? scary. how do we find that place where we can be honest with each other, where we don't need that facade? does it even exist, or are our true selves just alone, floating around behind iron-plated shields, despite how much we tell each other that we are being open and honest? and how can we ever know that our openness and honesty is being reflected by anyone we decide to be open with? it seems like it amounts to putting a lot out there and hoping it doesn't get shredded to pieces. scary.