The stern and heavily accented voice sounded snappish and rude, which fit the hard woman better than her normal manner of interacting with the world, he realized. This was the real her, and that nicer version was her playing at being just like everyone else.
– P.S. Power, Kingdom of Stars
I wonder how much I pretend when I am with other people just to fit in? With some people everything feels easy, comfortable, and the conversation just flows. Even long silences feel natural. And with other people I get nervous, make bad jokes and have no idea of what to talk about. Sometimes it feels like I’m wearing a pair of too small shoes that hurt my feet while other times like the shoes are way too big and I feel extremely clumsy.
How do I show the real me today?
Do Books Read? 