Sometimes I’m aware enough of my ongoing o glimpse the sheer silliness in my utter desperation to lock down a livable “I” blueprint at all costs. tContinue reading
I always felt pressured to be an extrovert.
More specifically, I felt like I was supposed to be this sunny, caring cheerleader type who brightened everyone’s day with my bubbly demeanor.
I can relate. I spent my teens and 20’s cycling through identities based on attractive qualities I saw in others.
What stops me from being my authentic self is searching for my authentic self.
Some feel pressured to be something that doesn’t come natural to what they really are.
Who I am is every aspect or quality I could be identified with.
There was an old Batman episode where Batman meets Clayface, a former actor with the power to assume any shape or identity he chooses.
During their showdown at the end, Clayface is surrounded by screens showing all the roles he once played as an actor. He can’t help but reflexively become each one he sees, frantically flashing from one to the next. Continue reading