"When one is pretending, the entire body revolts."
I think that might be a lot of the problem. I would be completely fascinated to see how my life would be different if I were to suddenly just give up on playing the part that I have designed for myself and start actually playing the part of... myself.
I can imagine some wildly entertaining scenarios.
"No, I don't think I'll be attending Quilting Group this week, Nancy. I don't really enjoy it, and you all drive me crazy the way you all think you're better than everyone else there. Also, I think the quilts are ugly, and I'm not sure the families we give them to even want them."
"Not tonight, dear. I'm afraid I can't stand the sight of you right now."
"No, I won't be at church this Sunday, because I will have already run off some lovely town in California where I can blend with the masses in an anonymous, sunny existence instead of feeling like the only person on Planet Sane here in this cold, deserted, god-forsaken town."
Can you imagine? Unfortunately, that's all I can do about it... Imagine.
I wonder if it is possible to actually die of mental suffocation.
