This morning, someone mistakenly text my cell phone asking that I send them some money. The text was addressed to "Paul". My wife read the text, and jokingly asked me if I was "pretending to be Paul".
I answered her, "Paul? I have enough trouble pretending to be me".
Then I realized that my entire life was just pretend. During my formative years, I was told, by the wtbts, what to do, what to be, and what to think. I was never allowed to experience life, make friends, form bonds, be my own person, or develop the life skills that I would need as an adult.
Now, I "pretend" to be a good father, husband, grandfather, lover, brother, friend, neighbour, man.
I must admit, it really rocked me to the very core of my being.
Thanks for listening to an old man's rant.