The real charm of this work, at least for me, is that I can be who I want with who I want. To my interlocutor, in fact, it does not matter if I introduce myself like Aria or Anna, whether I study or I have another job. They do not really want to know it, even if they ask. The proof is that the provision of an answer is enough, any kind it is, and they are already satisfied.
No one ever will check or will deepen my knowledge.
I enjoy having a thousand faces, one for each person, to catch by just a look, or sometimes by a dress or a purse what each person expects to find and then satisfy the same.
A first contact, I put a mask and I create an identity. Unique, but time-limited. I exist only for whom sees me, and only when sees me.
In spite of my constant change of identity, the others will remain the same, with the personality that I have perceived in a few moments, pigeonholed in my mind as fossilized in amber ants.
I remind a Genge’s phrase (a character of the famous Italian writer Pirandello): “the reality that I have for you is in the form that you give me; but it is reality for you and not for me; the reality that you have for me is in the form that I have given you; but it is reality for me and not for you; and for myself I have no other reality if not in form I can give me. And how? But building me, in fact. ”
Build is really simple when for others, you’re nobody.
Lesson n. 6- Tobacco shop is like the Glasses House.
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