#insincerity

[don-simon]

Insincerity is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.

Oscar Wilde. I would like to add 'insecurity' to that, ie insecure people who adopt many personalities to hide the one they were given and lack confidence in.

[tapan4evr]

True me.. Tap-1350..

One of my biggest pet peeves is when I see people not being genuine with others. People can always tell when you’re not being sincere. And if you’re not staying true to yourself, you’re only fooling yourself. Speak genuinely and cordially. Tap OUT..✌️

[occupyhades]

Backstabber Watch

The eyes of the LORD are in every place, keeping watch on the evil and the good. Proverbs 15:3 (ESV)

What are worthless and wicked people like? They are constant liars. Proverbs 6:12 (NLT) 

‘Cursed is he who strikes down his neighbor in secret.’ And let all the people say, ‘Amen!’ Deuteronomy 27:24 (BSB) 

A wicked person listens to deceitful lips; a liar pays attention to a destructive tongue. Proverbs 17:4 (NIV) 

Warn a divisive person once, and then warn them a second time. After that, have nothing to do with them. You may be sure that such people are warped and sinful; they are self-condemned. Titus 3:10-11 (NIV) 

Wealth is treacherous, and the arrogant are never at rest. They open their mouths as wide as the grave, and like death, they are never satisfied. In their greed they have gathered up many nations and swallowed many peoples. Habakkuk 2:5 (NLT)

Wherever you go and whatever you do, you will be cursed. Deuteronomy 28:19 (NLT) 

[john-jonathy-jonathan-the-3rd]

This is a rant about an issue I have with tumblr, that quickly turned into me admiting it's actually an issue with myself and then expanding on that until it ends in an unanswered question. I'll leave it public and you can read it if you want, but it's not the highest quality stuff.

The interactions here feel like they have something missing. An authenticity, or a sort of sincerity. Almost inhuman. They don't feel real. Of course, it is likely on me and on how I use this website, but it just doesn't feel right. I don't know how to put it into words properly, but I wonder if I'm the only one that feels that insincerity, or if it's a common sentiment. But the things look real and seem genuine so then what the fuck.

I mean, now that I think about a little bit, of course it'd feel like acting. So many people wanting to get attention rather than just talking like normal people. Is that it? It feels like that's not it. Idk man there is just something off. Ok I think I have an idea of what it is, if it is on me, which it most likely is.

But it is like a weird categorization problem on my own behavior, so I'm not sure what it is.

We all have to put some effort into interacting with other people. Put no effort in, and you are unlikable because you are like an animal. You wouldn't contribute to the conversation, you wouldn't be interesting, you wouldn't be empathetic, you wouldn't be considerate, and you wouldn't be likable. You wouldn't be putting in any of the effort that goes into a relationship. So, of course, everyone puts effort into being social, most times not even being aware of it, like having your jaw clenched without realizing it.

But what separates that from unintentional acting? Because it sound like the same thing. Acting is when you act like something you're not when you aren't acting, and putting effort into being social is acting in a different way than if you weren't being social.

Because i feel like I might not be being genuine, and that's why everyone *else* feels like they aren't being genuine. But how can I tell if I am subconsciously acting differently than this "genuine" version of myself if I cant tell him appart from me when I'm not trying?

Is it just an arbitrary medium? An intersection where ease of acting meets acting sufficiency? I dont know.

[lovequotesandcoffee]

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend

Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence.

[songs2aiart]

System of a Down - Attack (Part 1)

“Breathing each other's lives”

“The cold insincerity of steel machines have consumed our euphoria”

“Transforming us into muted dreams, Dreaming of the day that we attack” https://youtu.be/OQTp2Ac4rz4

[erebusvincent]

Whenever I see unfounded accusations of insincerity, they seem telling to me. What makes you see professed support for women, concern for children, criticism of horribly misogynistic industries like pornography, prostitution, and cosmetic surgery, apologies, or even something as benign as reviews of tv shows, and come to the conclusion that the one and only possible explanation is that someone is being insincere?

The most likely explanation is that people who j'accuse others of flagrant insincerity are projecting their own moral shortcomings onto the world. Only people who are fundamentally incapable of sincerity could fail to conceive of a world in which the rest of us are no so burdened by compulsive deceit.

[immaculatasknight]

Saying the quiet part out loud

[robertbrancatelli]

Macy's Window & Public Penance

I remember a certain prepositional phrase growing up in New York that was used as a catch-all to poke fun at patently absurd attempts by people to be discrete. It was meant to point out the insincerity of those attempts as well as their inappropriateness in public settings. Hopefully, it would also make the perpetrator think twice. Here’s an example. “You’re going to dump Trevor in the middle of…

[meiageddes]

"The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere." -Anne Morrow Lindbergh

[strifeforworth]

Learning to use social media again

I've noticed lately that despite the day and age I find myself living in, I still have a frustrating aversion to participating on most social media platforms. Yes, I have facebook, and an instagram. But both of these are barely touched.

Spending my formative teenage years in rural countryside meant that I had limited access to internet, and the internet we could get was only DSL broadband on decades-old copper telephone wiring. I didn't see fibre broadband until I moved into my girlfriends house in a slightly more modern suburbia.

At the time I was in highschool and played it off in a hippy-like way. To save myself from the embarrassment of having to explain to classmates that my family lived like that, I said that I just preferred to interact with people in real life as opposed to online on social media platforms. Which is weird because over time I've started to believe it myself too.

I have realized lately that it isn't so much social media itself that I disliked, it is more the fake influencer clout culture that has slowly grown from it. When some online influencers do charitable things to help the poor or homeless, but when they record and then upload these charitable acts it mostly rings of clout-chasing.

I still kinda get flashes of that insincerity whenever it's my birthday. If people weren't being specifically reminded of my birthday by an app, how many of them would even really remember. For years I've blatantly ignored birthday notifications on FB and directly messaged my close friends and family on their birthdays, as this truly feels more sincere to me than any long-winded FB post on my wall.

As a newly transitioning trans woman, I really do want to start using social media more. I want to try my hardest to stay true to myself and be real and I want people who eventually follow or friend me to put value in my sincerity. There is too much bad in this world and I want to uplift those around me.

[chriswhodrawsstuff]

Who put you in charge?

Some people are utterly amazing, I spent six months or so liaising with a team of palliative carers a few years back. They’d come in twice a day to give personal care to a friend I was keeping an eye on. Their work was backbreaking at times but they did everything with such good humour; the humour was vital. I’d make them a drink if they had time to knock it back before the next client, they knew…

[one-futilerat]

Is the guilt of disliking someone ever discussed? The weight that sits on you chest as you laugh along, faking interest and exerting pitying kindness through every exhale and unreciprocated hug. I wish you disliked me. Truly, I do. I wish you poked holes through my stories and called me out on my bullshit lies. Instead you laugh heartily, telling me stories of weekends I'd never lived through, muttering thank yous and I love yous as you thread your fingers through my reluctant hands.

–i hesitate to tell you what goes on in my head not because the though of you leaving scares me, but because the thought of you despising me scares me more than loneliness ever could

[malakkc-poetry]

Places, people, and events

[hinamie]

spiraling

[puppppppppy]

horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago