Watched ‘Victor/Victoria’ last night (again). Have always enjoyed the humor in the story, not to mention the fresh story idea. Then spent a while day-dreaming/crying/thinking.
One can be happy being someone they’re not, as long as the society you wish to mix with, buys the charade and accepts the pretense. But to be “happy”, not to mention have a real relationship with someone, that pretense needs to be discarded. The mask dropped.
The desire to be accepted as one is, for who one is, while truly being one’s self … is a potent drink. Addicting in hopes and dreams but nearly impossible to attain. At least, for someone who has never really been “true to self”. First it would appear you need to fully accept yourself before you can expect others to do the same. And, I guess, if you truly can accept you who are, then it matters little whether “society” accepts you. At least fully. Having grown up without acceptance, I have no real buoy marking that place of “being ok”. Having struggled for so long to be accepted for others — how do I grasp the concept of letting go of others’ approvals and just look for my own?
To thine own self be true?
Yeah, right. First figure who that is. If you can make that milestone, you’re already at the edges of uncertainty, teetering on the edge of that black hole called “self acceptance”.
I’d be happy just knowing where that stupid thing is.