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My Split Personality

Does your Facebook status update define you?

For me, maybe, no idea! Am usually a different person on social media, quite different from the actual real person I happened to be designed in real life for. You see, social media helps me create a person I tend to think I am. Or who I believe should be!

It usually works, I reckon maybe. Am one of those shy creatures. Maybe shy is an overstatement. Am quiet. The lone person that just sits and listens..listens and barely talks, I usually find myself playing 'dead-bug' in every crowd. Almost always pretending the wings beside me are cut off. Helps me get away with cold, brutal murders! ..just kidding!

Well, it's a nice game to play. Soon you discover what material people are really made up of (not that it really matters) but in a world of man-eats-man, its somehow important. Knowing who sits next to you, who lives next to you, that's important. So hiding behind the veil of darkness and quiet, it tends to pay off. Quite eventually! And often leading people create a perception that they deem deserves you. I never mind. Most times playing dumb saves me from lots of problems..and so is playing innocent.(Or maybe my face just has the..'face'.)

When the day's spent therefore, its always a cooling, a calming effect to sit and change back to my Steel-Self(reminds me of Man of Steel). Its soothing, almost godly. You know that on Twitter you can be anything. From a human-rights activist, an anti-gay socialite to a rapist. Well, it doesn't really matter. It's not you anyway, right? Feels good to be away..the green pastures of a few minutes freedom of mind pleasure. Oh...how welcoming! How marvelous. So I move my chair closer to the screen and get my suit.

The woman takes over. A man almost, who writes about anything and everything, who corrects every grammatical error with so much free will its awesome not to care. How does one feel? Me? In this world, my world, it doesn't really matter. The government has always sucked! Always deprived the poor man his free-will to live! Racism is still here...who are we kidding? The black man's land is still not his own! Wars and bloodshed are our way in Africa...we live and die by the gun...Our troops are forced to slay their own...their own mothers' sons" So I write...I know its something I can never say in public! I will sure be shot! Then they say it was a freak accident...a stray bullet that found it's way on a young woman's brain..and a few will mourn me...the few writers we chat with about our governments' corrupt nature!

Anyway, I think this is heaven. Maybe we don't have to wait for Jesus' second coming. We can just create a little heaven on the internet. Enjoy the fruits of Eden, Condemn Black Human Trafficking, sale of Ivory..by just a click. Meet everyone..dead or alive..dine, dance, chat. What more does the mind want?

Actually nothing. So it rests in peace till the suit of normal reminds me of rent, taxes, bills and some screwed up job I have taken a week to finish!

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