Illusions. They’re everywhere. Everyone we meet,
everything we see – they all cast them. Its hard sometimes to discern what is
real and what is not – depending on how good the illusions are, and more
importantly how good you are at finding them.
I cast them every day; several times a day in
several different ways. We all do. Its in our nature. People who know me pretty
well will see through some. People that know me very well will see through
most. But no one will see through all. I don’t do it to hide
who I am (those people are the ones you need to worry about) – I do it to
project whatever aspect of myself is best suited to any given situation. Well,
ok, there are times I do it to hide, but that’s a tale for another day.
There are those few that use illusions to make you
believe that what you see is real, when in fact they are anything but what you
see. And there are those that cast them to make themselves believe that what
they show is real. These are the hardest illusions to see through, for if the projector
believes what they say, their lie is hard to detect.
I was in a situation not too long ago where I
watched as the illusions that surrounded another person fell to pieces. Right
in front of my eyes. It reminded me of an episode of How I Met Your Mother.
Each time someone’s annoying habit was pointed out, the sound of glass
shattered above the heads of everyone else in the room. They had not noticed
these traits in each other before, but once pointed out, they were obvious to
all. I felt the exact same way that day.
And then there you are, staring at what you always
considered to be real when *poof* - it’s gone. And once they are all
gone, once every illusion is shattered, there is the face unveiled. And all you
can do at that point is hope that what you reveal is not ugly.