“I fake it so real… I am beyond fake.”

How many of us cast out false perceptions to the web?

To get  willfully caught in the net and hauled on board–to the unsuspecting good-hearted Greek Fisherman?

You know: old photos, no date, no skinny clothes, make up, tanning lotion?

Personally yep. Mea culpa. Yep. I am culpable.

Of just that. (Ok, probably sans makeup)

And only that.

But… how many go further?

"Let me poison your ear, Othello."

“Let me poison your ear, Othello.”

Too much further?

How many actually deceive?

How many try to capitalize?

How many actually hurt people with lies, deception?

No one reading these words here tonight, right?

I do hope not.

Just pause though, and think on it.

That is all I ask.

And yes, this is me: LANCE MARCOM (Lance Marcom.com) asking.


And No! I don’t look like Falstaff At least not yet.

I am real.

Are you?






Do you fake it so real you go beyond fake?

23 thoughts on ““I fake it so real… I am beyond fake.”

  1. “whom they whom”
    Great phrase!
    May I steal it?
    (Gonna anyway)
    Thank you Anne for your visit and great comment.

  2. Oh dear, that is thought provoking! I am such a simple person, that I just assume everyone is whom they whom, until I discover otherwise. Hmmm. . .


  3. My dog isn’t too fond of makeup either. That’s why I quit wearing it.
    Thanks for making me laugh this morning…er…afternoon.
    (Where does the day go?)
    Great comment.
    *big smile*

  4. Yes, it does make complete sense. I do understand for sure. I was a target as you know because you read my story. Those are the people who are really scary.

  5. Yes indeed. My problem is not with people creating anonymous selves for themselves for privacy, or security, or just because they don’t want that ex or whomever or maybe NSA pestering them. My problem, which I probably did not fully articulate, is with the predators out there. People who mean ill for others.
    Hope that makes sense.

    Thank you Anna for the visit.

  6. Only my hound loves me in real life. And most of the time his hair is in his eyes so he’s got skewered vision to start with. Plus I carry dog treats in all my pockets to make me popular with him.
    I bet if I carried chocolate in my pockets I’d have a lot more women friends. Okay, that might not be true, because chances are if I carried chocolate in my pockets I’d just weigh a bucketload more from eating all the chocolate in my pockets.
    I’ll stick with the dog. He doesn’t like the taste of makeup.

  7. I shared my online experience of insane fake people, so I am me. What you read and see is what you get. My picture is about three or four weeks old. lol

    I enjoyed reading your post. It is the truth! Too many fakers. I guess we live and learn. 🙂

  8. Laughing my ass off! I know, It is a fucking travesty. Kinda like that Shakespeare bloke pretending to write all that shit while running from his wife. The more things change, the more they remain the same.

    Thanks for stopping by. I love having Royalty in the House.
    Sir Lancelot du lac.

  9. What!? You mean people tell lies about who they are when they’re online?

    That’s fucking disgraceful. Wait til I tell the wife, she’ll be so pissed off about this.

    Here she is now…”Hey, Liz, come and read this……”

    Best regards,

    HRH Prince Phillip, Duke of Edinburgh

  10. I got so tired of the fakes and phonies online, that I took an almost 3 year hiatus from the www myself. I used to do online writing and be plugged into all the social media, and it just got to the point where I dint know who was for real and who was full of shit. Now I only take the intar-web in Very small doses!

    My only social media is google+, and I am easing back into my old blog. I am being as careful as I can be about with whom I associate now, so I can say “I feel ya, bro”! My best friend’s adult son doesn’t call the shit “Fakebook” for nothing!

    My friend Adam once remarked that the internet is “where men are children, women are men, and children are the FBI”. And no, that hot chick who’s interested in meeting you probably does not look just like that picture Fergie from the Black-Eyed Peas on her profile!

  11. Aw Shit! I never intended to become one of those ‘venters”
    Guess I dun screwed that pooch, nest-ce-pas?

  12. Laura, I knew this.
    Thank you for reading and more…for commenting.
    Not that you had to. I was just venting, but I am gonna leave it up and see what sticks.
    If the lady (or man) doth protest too much….

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