Lost
I find myself more lately putting on a disguise. A mask, something that is still me but plated differently for different people. It’s a common thing for many people, some call it being two-faced but that puts a purely negative connotation onto it.
I am, without a doubt, a certain way. I speak a certain way, I like certain things, and I relate to some experiences that others may or may not. We all are, there’s no doubting that.
I find myself adapting behavior for certain people and groups. This is normal, I’d say. Adapting new language, though a lot of it doesn’t make a ton of sense to me - Trying not to alienate myself from people younger than me by a little bit.
I’m not slow, I’m not a fogey; not refusing to change - but I like the way I am. So I’ll always revert back to my standard non-crunched slang vocabulary and delivery style. A hope of mine is that when I do adapt, it makes sense. It fits. I’m not an actor; and I’m not acting - not pretending to be something I’m not. I am simply adapting language and delivery to better match the people I’m with, or talking to.
A lot of people fit into generic categories and can be easily thrown into them based on limited and vague criteria, but it’s usually easier to age someone. I don’t think I need to explain that process or provide examples. Hopefully you know my meaning.
At the end of the day we are all just people. We happen to be alive at the same time as each other, which is a marvel all on its own.