I Hate Fake People
A Copy of A Copy.
I hate fake people. It may seem a bit excessive to hate a whole group of people because of something so miniscule... But my hatred for the Sheeple who pretend to be people runs deep.
First, I will define what I consider to be a fake person. A fake person, by my definition, is someone that copies or mimics the behavior, opinions and interests of other people and tries to pass it off as his/her own. Ultimately they replicate the person's identity in an attempt to deceive others. It is identity fraud to the highest degree. Then they move on and copy the next character they would like to simulate. Experimenting with countless identities and not having one of their own.
A being who feeds on the charisma of others - claiming it as its own - does not meet my prerequisites of a human being. It is something less that human. A vacant vessel. A copy of a copy. Just another sheeple.
My animosity towards these fabricated mortals does not stem from their lack of individuality. But rather from the time I waste on them while I'm fooled by the facade of sincerity. It gives you the impression that there might be a decent person in there, only to disappoint in the end.
I want communion. I want kinship. I want connection... and that cannot be replicated or feigned. It's hard enough to find kindred spirits without being disrupted by Sheeple pretending to be people.
I hate fake people. It may seem a bit excessive to hate a whole group of people because of something so miniscule... But my hatred for the Sheeple who pretend to be people runs deep.
First, I will define what I consider to be a fake person. A fake person, by my definition, is someone that copies or mimics the behavior, opinions and interests of other people and tries to pass it off as his/her own. Ultimately they replicate the person's identity in an attempt to deceive others. It is identity fraud to the highest degree. Then they move on and copy the next character they would like to simulate. Experimenting with countless identities and not having one of their own.
A being who feeds on the charisma of others - claiming it as its own - does not meet my prerequisites of a human being. It is something less that human. A vacant vessel. A copy of a copy. Just another sheeple.
My animosity towards these fabricated mortals does not stem from their lack of individuality. But rather from the time I waste on them while I'm fooled by the facade of sincerity. It gives you the impression that there might be a decent person in there, only to disappoint in the end.
I want communion. I want kinship. I want connection... and that cannot be replicated or feigned. It's hard enough to find kindred spirits without being disrupted by Sheeple pretending to be people.
31-35, F
