When I was little I could pick a real diamond out of a pile of fake without blinking

[m2_i]

I hate fake things.

I hate ferns that do not require water.

I hate people that oblige you to constantly question their words.

I hate artificial smiles.

I hate the person that must have a pretense because inside they really don’t exist.

…Ironically I love playing pretend.

Comments

Agreeing completely

[fayded_mind]

Fake is lame, unless it's for fun. Or for looks. I don't mean people, cuz some people are clearly just for looks, but for some reason they can still talk and stuff, and it really kills the whole thing. So, I don't mind fake trees, painted on the wall to make a room look cool. I don't mind fake outfits, or houses, or wigs or anything like that. That's more pretend. Now, if people put a fake front on their house, wore fake suits and tried to pass themselves off as the First Family, that might be different. Or it might be really funny, especially if they took themselves seriously. But it would probably get old. Anyway.

Fun Fake is really cool. People who are fake because it's the only think they know are not cool. And liars are NEVER cool.

Sorry, though, I have to disagree with the fake plants thing. In my place, no real plant would live--no sunlight most of the time--and I love the look of plants. I don't own a real plant. I do plan to own real plants when I own a real house with real windows that go all the way around. Honest. Love me anyway?

And my dear Mad Ms., you are more than welcome and are seemingly quite at home in our sordid gaggle. Admit it--you are a closet scooby.

And now for a moment of that which is clearly none of my gal dern business. . . what's in the box? what's in the box? mom, is it here yet? well, when's it getting here? i gotta know what's in the box!

Excitedly, and sillily, and Kimberly. . .
Wait, that last one wasn't an adjective. Well, it should be.
:-)
K

Afterthought

[fayded_mind]

You know, because of fake plants, I still have my wedding bouquet. Today, while looking through a drawer I found Chad's boutonniere from that wonderful day as well. It looks great.

Yeah, I have to say that I really like fake plants. I really like real ones, too, but fake plants are better in some respects. For example, I think it's sad that we walk up to a perfectly happy plant and chop off all the pretty parts just so we can hold them in front of us for an hour, or pin them to our shirts, or set them in water until they look too sad and we throw them away. I would like to leave the plants alive and celebrate them with pretend ones. Highest form of flattery, you know.

I shall walk among old trees and sing songs and listen to the magic around me, but I shall have a fake Christmas tree because I refuse to chop anything down every December. I shall stop and smell the roses, but I shall leave them there. They look happy, and roses have never walked up and cut me off at the legs to take me with them.

I'll use fake flowers, but I'll never lie about it. I'm the kind of person that will tell total strangers who compliment my dress that I got it for $5 at a thrift store. Hey, it's who I am--a highly truthful, fake flower carrying, home made and thrift store clothes wearing fool.

So yeah Michael's, yeah hot glue, yeah green wire and bags of peat moss. But still boo on liars.
;-)
K