Look at Me: I am so Fake that You Can’t Even Tell Anymore

Saturday, November 3, 2007 at 02:14pm by David Askaripour in Life

Why are people so obsessed with impressing other people? We see it everywhere. It’s quite disgusting if you ask me. I’m a fan of the Food Network — big fan. Though I’m a vegan, I still like watching people cook some pretty creative dishes. Well, anyways, the Food Network has all these shows such as “Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives” and the one where Rachael Ray spends “$40 a Day” on meals in a particular city. Here’s what gets me mad about these shows: every…single…time… Rachael Ray or Guy Fieri visit a restaurant and try a dish, they say the same, scripted, automated line: “Mmmmm….. WOW…… This is SOOO….. Goood…… Oh, My…. God…. WOW!…. Amazing.”

I have never seen a single episode of any of these shows when someone actually “didn’t” like a dish. Time and time again we get the same old line. I’m still waiting for a “Nah… this doesn’t taste good.” Nope, that doesn’t happen. It’s really hard to believe that each dish these people taste is really that amazing. Why can’t the Food Network keep it real? Are they scared to tell people what they really think?

Are YOU scared to tell people what you really think? Hell yes we are. Our society, through shameful enculturation, have been breeding a nation of people who are so caught up in impressing the world. Everyone wants everyone to like them no matter what. Even at the expense of turning into a fake-smiling, fake-complimenting, and fake-living machine who only cares about being ingratiated into the hearts of others.

We’ll do anything for a buck nowadays. If it’s going to close a deal then let’s say anything that the client wants to hear — doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. If it’s going to help me climb the corporate ladder, then let me kiss the bosses ass — doesn’t matter if I hate his guts. If it’s going to help me get this chick in bed, then let me tell her how hot she is — doesn’t matter that I think that she’s only “okay” and that I’ll never call here again in a million years.

Ha, it’s pretty funny actually. No, really, it’s amusing. We love kissing ass, don’t we? We love doing doing or saying whatever it takes. In fact, I think that most of us don’t even care about how fake we’ve become.

We’ve become masters at the art of pleasing and pretending, that it’s nothing short of second nature to us at this point. But, you see, most of these fakers aren’t hard to spot. Their fakeness shines through them like a glass of water put up to the sun. They have no substance — they’re just liquid.

Keep things real. Just be you. Nothing more, nothing less. Stop worrying about hurting peoples’ feelings just by being honest with them. Stop pretending to be someone you’re not just to get by in life. Stop all the fake smiles and fake “oh wows!…” Because if you don’t you’re bound to crack, shatter, and before you know it…. there will nothing left of you to piece back together.

But don’t worry, we’re all fake to a degree — myself included. I just guess nobody wants to talk about it.

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