Learned to perfection
Society sometimes
helps model people into quite interesting and unique individuals with somewhat
common traits. I have observed this in people with fantasies, maybe dreams or
daring ambitions.
The secretiveness
that governs the quest should be a case for study; it might well have been
studied, who knows?
They come across as
knowledgeable of what they want having relived the fantasy so many times, it
has become experiential as to be performed as rote.
First time every time
Having satisfied that
fantasy, the truth then emanates that it is really just the first time and then
a torrent of denials follow.
First about whom
they are and how their deviation of the public façade they present is an
anomaly, then about their fears about being discovered calls for utter
discretion.
This is quite
duplicitous and probably dishonest too, the secret double-lives puts all
interactions at varying levels of risk as the protagonist finds an accommodation
that balances quest and guilt with managed daring and pangs of conscience.
The art of denial
Using the device of
denial, they deign to wipe the slate clean every time that each real repetition
of the fantasy is projected as a novice who just seems to have the deft hand of
the expert. Denial has become an art form, practiced with all the necessary safeguards
to prevent the Jekyll and Hyde lives in the same person from visiting each
other.
At which point you
begin to wonder, who you can believe and who has created a world of make-belief,
therein lies the erosion in trust of strangers with fantasies.
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