As I sit on my throne within my castle walls I begin to ponder and reflect life and the individuals I have encountered. I wouldn't say that I have met more people than the average person but I have met a few folks in my day and they all seem to fall into certain categories more or less. There are the friends you have known since grade school, friend adjacent, associates, co-workers, those you been in the shit with, those you fucked, those you came fist to cuffs with, family, and neighbors who you would normally have nothing to do with but they live next door. Among all of these categories there is one disposition that for the life of me I can't get my tiny little brain around (now stay with me, I'm off my throne and at my desk now) which can exist in any of the categories I've just mentioned. And when that disposition rears its ugly head, and it will, they are immediately tossed into their own category, which I have deemed the Appearancers.
What is an Appearancer? An Appearancer is that person who cares more about how they appear above anything else, self pride included. It's the sort of person who will sacrifice them self for the sole purpose of providing the appearance of something they truly are not. I get it, we all do it to a certain extent. Sometimes I suck in my beer gut in an attempt to 'appear' more fit than I actually am. Not a huge deal. However, you a have little white lies; and then you have the devastating, crippling, never going to be the same I'm resigning Nixon lies. Now this lie is the lie that cloaks the Appearencer into obscurity. When I say obscurity I mean that this person has cloaked themselves so well that they have actually lost who they actually are, or who they were before they decided they needed to impress so and so, or fit in with so and so, or obtain this or that. I believe we all wear masks, but some of us wear a mask conveniently equipped with a smile, a costume, with props and a full backdrop.
I run into the Appearancers. They always come out of nowhere too, I guess that's why they're cloaked. I'm like, 'whoa where the fuck did you come from, I thought we were actual friends'? Nope, fooled again by the cloak. The beauty of this piece is that any Appearancer reading this won't actually realize that they are one. I was recently at a function where from a distance it seemed like a nice party. That was until I got a little bit closer and I realized that everyone attending was actually a surrogate fresh out of a Phillip K. Dick novel, all trying to keep up with whatever the latest 'appearance' fashion was. I made my rounds and felt completely out of place and not because I'm black, although that would have been a valid reason. The best comparison I can make to my situation was this: I unwittingly stumbled onto a Broadway stage with no rehearsed lines attempting to avoid the spotlight like a prisoner attempting to escape maximum security prison. I did however, wear the proper costume which calmed my good friend anxiety. I don't do appearance, what you see is what you get, what I say is what you hear. If it's not to your liking you can kick rocks right out that proverbial door. I've seen and done enough so that I don't have to 'appear'.
I've taken enough of your time with my nonsense. And if you have read this far I commend you. Maybe we can appear in front of one another someday. Wink face emoticon. Oh and I am copyrighting the term Appearancer assholes
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