I never was and never will be, sad to say it.  Well, no not really sad to say it, more like I don't care.  I don't need to be cool to other people, because I think I am the best thing since the Simpsons. 
    I'm not really that narsissistic either, its all for show.  Most of people, all people that is, is for show.  That has something to do with the ego, superego and the id. I hope my old psyc. professors don't read this, because I don't remember more than I do.
    One of them is what you think of yourself, I think.  Don't quote me on anything, my memory is not perfect, I am not an elephant nor a computer. Another one is what others think of you. And the last one is how you think or want them to see you?  Is that right?
    Anyway, that is not what I am talking about.  I am talking about how everyone does some acting in thier daily life.  Not one person that you see in the world is really what they seem. They may not have a double life, they probably won't.  But there is always something that you dont' want the rest of the world to see about you.
   
In my fiance's case, it was the fact that he was a really nice guy that he had to hide.  He didn't want people to take advantage of it, and in every case, they did. It took him so long to let his guard down that he almost lost me.  But I knew that for him to be hiding something that bad, it had to be something worth hiding. 
    I don't know what exactly it is that I don't want people to see about me.  Besides for my thighs, I don't think I am hiding anything. But in saying that, I think the reason I am the way am is because I am hiding the fact that somewhere inside of me I always just wanted to fit in.  That is why I am so happy being outside of the clique, because if you see me out there, then you notice me. I am not invisible, I am just human, like they are.
    Self defence mechanisms if you ask me.  Like our constant striving to be perfect at whatever we do. We need to do that or we are not cognitively functioning humans.  More like animals or bugs, just living to procreate and move on.
    In saying all of that, what makes us think that some humans are worth millions of dollars and others a mere $7.25 an hour?  What about that equality?