Today I got my eyelashes extended. Okay, I am one of those less fortunate people who was born with not much hair. Not up to the point of being hairless, but minimal hair. If I am a cat, I would be no Persian, but a Sphynx.
It hit me then how a lot of things in this world are fake. And if we think we are all original, and pure, and genuine, let's think again. We all fake it. Almost all the time or at least every other time. People purchase fake stuffs; fake DVDs, fake clothings, fake jewellery. People buy national car and try hard to make it look like an Evo. Ladies put fake fillings onto their bodyparts to look more buxom (bless me for I don't have to do this one). Cosmetic surgery evolves to help people go against the naturals. Everywhere we go, there's always something fake about things/people around us. If not their physiques, fake will be in their belongings and sometimes people also fake their nature, trying to be somebody they are not. There are some who even fake their blogs by copying other people's writings and claiming it's theirs (really they do, ask Chics, it happened to her). And of course, not to forget, the fake orgasm!
Admit it. We are all fakes. More often than not, we fake our feelings and emotions and our honest opinion in order not to hurt someone else. Right?
So are we a hundred percent real? Am I a hundred percent real? Possibly not. One thing for sure, I have my fake, extended eyelashes. But I figure, it's alright to be fakers. It's alright to be anything as long as you're not ashame to be it. So fake it for as much as you wish, but at the same time, be proud to admit that you are that - one big fake.