You Are What You Pretend To Be 소설 & 이야기

"But if you're going to pretend to be poor, you should at least learn how to act the part." I froze. "What did you say?" He turned, looked at me directly. "You heard me. You're pretending. Everything about you screams money. The way you move, the way you talk, the way you can't do anything without help. So whatever reason you have for being here, for playing dress-up in poverty, maybe try a little harder to sell it." My heart was racing. "You don't know what you're talking about."

It's funny how sometimes you can just make up your mind to do something and it changes your whole outlook on life. As she walked down the street, she reflected on what happened in the hotel. She stopped and stared at the sky watching the birds flying. It occurs to her that she might have made a big mistake by going into this fake marriage and this might affect her entire life. Callie wondered if Xander truly loved her or if he was pretending, the thought sunk deep inside her as glanced at the store by the roadside and saw herself through the glass door, she noticed her look had changed since she was secretly married, enough to have her photo taken as a model, her makeup had changed, and her

I deliberated for an answer, then sighed, "It's hard." "I hated you, you know." He said, changing the topic. I snorted at that, "So obvious. Wow. That's flattering really." "You acted all innocent and shy and pure but really, they don't know the true you. With Aunt Maggie, Luke, with everyone. But all along..." He trailed off. Beaming, I said proudly, "What can I say? I'm a pretender. So much so that I have a master's degree major in pretending. I'm the master of all pretenders in the world."

“As for whether I like Keenan for Dawn.. I could say that right now I have a good opinion about him. I could only hope that this is his authentic self and that he wouldn’t change.” People wear masks in life. They could show a smile even though they’re hurting or in anger. They could show a tearful face just to manipulate the hearts of others. They could pretend to be strong and brave even when they’re weak and scared. They could pretend to be good even when they’re hiding evil designs.

"I don't want to be you." "What you want is irrelevant," he replied. "You are me. I am you. We're the same person. The only question is whether you're going to keep pretending otherwise or whether you're going to accept reality and stop fighting against your own nature."

Pretending to be me. Why? What was she trying to do?

“What do you mean exactly by pretending to be someone else? Do you mean you’d give a false name?” “No, just borrow someone else’s responses to what’s going on. Sort of mirror the personality of a salesperson or another client, so I look more acceptable to the people I interact with. It’s exhausting really.” “You mean you’d act like someone else?” “Yes, like someone the sales representative would find acceptable.” “How long have you been doing this?” Juliette shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess, always.”

I can feel the shift of his weight on the mattress. "You are not replacing her," he says. I let out a breath that is almost a laugh. "That is exactly what I am doing. Your council thinks I am her and your pack thinks I am her. I stand beside you and smile and nod and pretend I am someone else because if they knew the truth, everything would fall apart." "You are pretending to be her," he says slowly. "But you are not acting like her." I look at him. "What is the difference?"

“What I’m trying to say is: as much as people want you to be who they want, you can choose who you become on your own. Do not lose yourself in an attempt to fulfill other people’s expectations because it never ends there. If I expect you to be a doctor, another person wants to see you as a lawyer, and another prefers you as a housewife. If you try to be all that, you end up straying from your own self. And then you fall into a state of confusion and frustration.” “Like I am now?” “Worst.” “Hm.” I nod, sighing again and embracing the silence that creeps in-between us for a while. Then I chuckle. “You know, it’s funny how I thought you were a serial killer.” The stranger smiles. “What if I am

Most of the company's contracts were even retracted. My name and photos were used by others to slander me hurtfully. Just as the internet got heated with this discussion, Ivana suddenly appeared teary-faced. She shared a video that declared her real identity. "I'm Summer Lang's best friend. My name is… Summer Lang said she didn't want her husband and son anymore, so she approached me." Ivana paused, her eyes growing even redder. She covered her face while sobbing. "She threatened me with her parents' money and paid me a hundred thousand dollars to seduce her husband! Summer pretended to be blind in order to successfully catch her husband cheating…"