“…disguise of every sort is my abhorrence…”

I believe that one of my greatest pet-peeves is insincere, fake people. Have you ever noticed that the more sugar a person slaps around, the less real they are? They’ll flatter you to your face then stab you in the back at the first opportunity to advance or protect themselves.

i make this statement not because I have recently been mistreated by such a person, but because I see this behavior every day from people in every walk of life, and like Mr. Darcy, it is my abhorrence! Politicians are the greatest example of people such as this, but they’re far from being alone in this category. Former friends in high school have fallen into this category in lessons learned the most difficult way, as well as coworkers who use this technique to manipulate situations for their own benefit, and acquaintances trying to ingratiate themselves into circles of family or friends.

I respect people who are the same person, no matter the company with whom they keep. I think that one of the greatest compliments that I have ever been given was my freshman or sophomore year of college. A rather new friend told me that they appreciated how real I was. I didn’t understand it totally at the time, and there have been times when I too have been far from “real,” but looking back at circumstances and history I greatly appreciate that compliment. I’m a very blunt person and tend to call things as I see them. I see little reason to pretend to be something that I’m not in order to impress someone, especially the older I get.

I hope that I’m never a different person one place than I am at another. I hope there’s no difference between “Adrienne at work”, “Adrienne at church”, “Adrienne at home”, and so on. I suppose that’s just a part of growing up, and becoming comfortable within my own skin. I can never be something that God didn’t make me to be. I may convince myself that I’ll be happy, but in the end, I’ll be miserable.

Why post this now? I don’t really know other than it was laid upon me to do so, sort of. Do I wish to promote myself? Hardly. Just talking to a few people today has made me want to share this observation.

"…disguise of every sort is my abhorrence…"

I believe that one of my greatest pet-peeves is insincere, fake people. Have you ever noticed that the more sugar a person slaps around, the less real they are? They’ll flatter you to your face then stab you in the back at the first opportunity to advance or protect themselves.

i make this statement not because I have recently been mistreated by such a person, but because I see this behavior every day from people in every walk of life, and like Mr. Darcy, it is my abhorrence! Politicians are the greatest example of people such as this, but they’re far from being alone in this category. Former friends in high school have fallen into this category in lessons learned the most difficult way, as well as coworkers who use this technique to manipulate situations for their own benefit, and acquaintances trying to ingratiate themselves into circles of family or friends.

I respect people who are the same person, no matter the company with whom they keep. I think that one of the greatest compliments that I have ever been given was my freshman or sophomore year of college. A rather new friend told me that they appreciated how real I was. I didn’t understand it totally at the time, and there have been times when I too have been far from “real,” but looking back at circumstances and history I greatly appreciate that compliment. I’m a very blunt person and tend to call things as I see them. I see little reason to pretend to be something that I’m not in order to impress someone, especially the older I get.

I hope that I’m never a different person one place than I am at another. I hope there’s no difference between “Adrienne at work”, “Adrienne at church”, “Adrienne at home”, and so on. I suppose that’s just a part of growing up, and becoming comfortable within my own skin. I can never be something that God didn’t make me to be. I may convince myself that I’ll be happy, but in the end, I’ll be miserable.

Why post this now? I don’t really know other than it was laid upon me to do so, sort of. Do I wish to promote myself? Hardly. Just talking to a few people today has made me want to share this observation.