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Faking it

Faking it is a need. It is the ask of the hour. It is a realization that has come too late. I need to hide the truth. I need to hide myself and mask myself, so that what I present is palatable. Last year I went as myself and did everything the way i wanted to. But it did not result in what I wanted.
They ask me how I led a group to victory (something like that). If I tell them the truth, hehe, I can see their faces and the blood draining out. When I did it the way I did it, I created a fear in the minds of those hordes. They knew as the person, not to offend. If I said run, they ran and If I said work, they worked. It has always been like this. It was unilateral. It was unanimous. I was the ringleader and I did what I thought was right.
It does not work in industry like this, they tell me, still. I still laugh at them. It is always that way. It is always one who is right and the other who is wrong. I can't tell them because they won't understand.
So the fact is that if you are truthful, it makes you vulnerable. So you must be wise and change accordingly.
Fake it and do it well. C'mon.

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Anonymous said…
Happy Birthday dear. I hope this birthday brings lots of joy, happiness and success in your life.

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