All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts
-William Shakespeare

Every social interaction adheres to this idea — what the fuck is authentic interaction? Such is reserved for close friends. And even though it’s a rule that public presentation is governed by, everyone — even in private — still adheres to some sort of script. 999999999 academic theorists have expounded on this precept, and countless more ponder this phenomenon in various ways. And even as I write, the obviousness of this notion — the Fourth Wall — is so obvious that I feel silly even writing about it.

My point is not to holy-fuck-this-shit-exists, but to validate this schema of the struggle that I suffer. Everyone’s either an asshole or desperate.

“What do I say?” “How do I behave?” Proficiency of The Script is essential knowledge. Certainly there are different scripts for different scenarios; how do you learn all of them, or any one of them? Goddamn mysterious to me.

The highest achievement in relationship building is to break down the Fourth Wall. This means, in the end, characters are not fully determined by The Script. This means autonomous beings exist — and are independently interacting with each other.

Breaking down the Fourth Wall — this is generally a reserved benefactory. Fundamentally, this is what earns all titles in life, personal and public.

The moral of the story? Because all economic existence is predicated on situational falsehood: do whatever to be quasi-rich, or whatever. You’re destined not to be a 1%-er, because statistics. Fuck what you’ve been told, do what you want to do. This includes doing what you’re told — which seems contradictory, but occupational worth should not be diminished by some irrelevant, deceitful value statement.

*Maybe I’ll review this entry and edit it to make it less drunk. But I am, and sincere, so fuck it. I haven’t written in an extremely long while, and this is refreshing.