The Great Pretenders

If you’re a single guy, and went to bed last night at 8:30 because you were exhausted from working all week, so be it. There is no shame in doing the 9 to 5, or any reason to turn your much needed rest into an alleged tryst with the entire Dallas Cowboy cheerleading squad.

Then we throw the film “Catfishing” into the mix. It is sad that someone was able to create an entire movie exclusively about pretending you’re a completely different person. I guess if you just wanted to remain anonymous it’s all good, but when you start reinventing yourself simply to do damage to someone else, that’s not cool. I was tricked by an impostor a few years back and I am still uncertain of the extent of the damage that was done. That’s not counting all the other people  who might have tried contacting me.

The personal computer is becoming almost toxic, and definitely addictive to some people in a drug-like sense. It enables the average housewife to go from vacuuming to a reality TV star with the click of a mouse. It allows mentally ill people to take everyday events or ailments, and turn them into epic sagas, with them (once again) being in the spotlight. Their real thoughts or emotions have to be fictionalized to the point where everything is sensational or there is no rush to it. It is like doing that first line of cocaine, which, after you develop a tolerance, grows more and more out of hand.

For example, I once dated someone with this exact ailment, and I sat back and watched until it was out of control. Everyone involved knew her excuses were pure bullshit, and I only got upset that I couldn’t spin my Zap Tales with the same creativity. The final straw was when she actually died, but came back to life and just wanted to let me know as much. “Yeah, I went to the funeral home and they really did me up great, speak to you soon.”