There is a line from Ryan Adams' song, "Cry on Demand," that goes, "Real. Real like a plastic bouquet." Sometimes people are like that.
Too many people walk around holding bouquets of plastic flowers over their faces that are made to look real but cannot fool anyone who pays enough attention with at least one or two of their senses. Get close enough, and it is easy to recognize the deception. Theirs is not the offensively sweet aroma of gardenias or the scent of elegance and romance like peonies on a summer evening. Rather it is stale and suffocating, like the odor of a craft store that immediately yanks you into its world of artifice.
People are afraid of what is real because they think it is too fragile, too likely to wither or too prone to have its head snipped off by the deceitful. Falsity is a defense mechanism, but walking around holding a bunch of plastic green sprigs with cloth leaves and petals dyed shades of pink is no way to live in a world that is very much real and alive.
People subconsciously act fake because what is fake has become so prevalent that it can be confused with what is real. For example, who can identify when exactly the phony lisp phenomenon began? When did it become cute or endearing to purposely speak as if you have a speech impediment? Maybe you have a friend who went off to school and came back home for Christmas break with a different voice than the one with which she spoke for the previous 10 or so years you knew her. Does she hear herself when she talks? Does she think she sounds as though she failed at phonics? She probably does not think she speaks differently because she speaks the way many of her peers speak. Nevertheless, it is unfortunate that rampancy does not define what is real and true. Without a few refreshing exceptions, people must ponder the mystery of what an adolescent girl's voice truly sounds like when washed of its thick, saccharine, syrupy glaze.
Not everyone is fake. You are fortunate if you are acquainted with as much authenticity as would fill a crystal vase, but all you need to know is one real person. One real flower is enough to cheer an entire room, and one true, genuine person is enough to enliven a lifetime. There is hardly any experience more thrilling and satisfying than talking to someone who is who he or she is. You can hear it in a voice. You can see it in the eyes, for have you ever heard the English proverb, "The eyes are the windows of the soul"?
So I found myself searching the Internet for random things today. For some odd reason I decided to search for the phrase "Keeping it Real". There were a ton of of miscellaneous things and a few links to Dave Chappelle's skit, "When keeping it real goes wrong!", but also listed was the article listed below. I found it very relevant and I felt a strong connection to the words that were pouring out of the writers soul.. So read and enjoy and let me know what you think.
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