Man, sometimes I wish I could have faked it more and better. Faking is necessary whether it be a job or relationship. Not all the time certainly, but letting people know what you really think and feel is rarely appreciated. I learned to keep my mouth shut at meetings after I realized whatever you say is just sticking your head above the parapet. I left several jobs because they required so much bullshitting I couldn't understand how people did it. I wasn't judging them, I wanted to BE them. If I had managed to stay in a few of these jobs I'd have a LOT more money. When I was unemployed for a year during the recession my blood pressure went DOWN. Now I'm retired and review the play that was my life.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.