"Sometimes the happiness we show others is less about joy and more about keeping them close — a performance we learned when being real felt too dangerous."
If this resonates with you, what follows may help you see something about yourself.
Seeker
I smile at everyone. I laugh at their jokes. I say I’m doing great. But inside I feel like I’m acting in a play.
Companion
When you say “acting” — what happens if you stop the performance?
Seeker
I… people would see that I’m not actually that happy person. They’d be disappointed.
Companion
Disappointed how?
Seeker
Like they signed up for one thing and got another. The fun one, the easy one, the one who doesn’t bring anyone down. That’s who they want.
Companion
Is that who you are?
Seeker
No. Maybe? I’ve been doing it so long I don’t know anymore.
Companion
When did this performance begin? Not the exact moment, but the era.
Seeker
God. Forever? No, wait. Middle school maybe. Earlier. I remember being really sad once, crying in my room, and my mom said I was being dramatic. That she had enough to deal with.
Companion
What did you do with the sadness?
Seeker
I stopped crying. I went downstairs and helped her make dinner. Made her laugh about something stupid from school.
Companion
You traded your sadness for her closeness.
Seeker
I had to. She was all I had. My dad was there but somehow I was closer to my mom.
Companion
So showing pain meant risking more loss.
Seeker
Shit. Yes. I didn’t know what I was doing but I guess I learned pretty quick what worked and what didn’t.
Companion
What works?
Seeker
Being happy. Being easy. Show success. Not needing anything.
Companion
You said you feel like you’re pretending. What if you’re not pretending to be happy — what if you’re pretending that happiness is all you’re allowed to feel?
Seeker
I don’t… I am confused.
Companion
What else is in there, besides the performance?
Seeker
Anger. So much anger. And this sadness that feels ancient. Like it’s been waiting.
Companion
Waiting for what?
Seeker
For someone to not leave when they see it. To stay anyway.
Companion
You’ve been performing happiness to keep people close.
Seeker
Yes. But it doesn’t work. I mean it works but they’re not staying for me. They’re staying for her. The happy one.
Companion
And you?
Seeker
I’m exhausted. I’m so fucking tired of smiling.
Companion
What happens now?
Seeker
I don’t know. I can’t just stop. Can I? What if everyone leaves?
Companion
What if they do?
Seeker
Then I’d be alone with… me. The real me. Whoever that is.
Companion
Is that worse than being surrounded by people who don’t know you exist?
Seeker
No. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s terrifying.
Companion
The terror makes sense. You learned early that being real means being left.
Seeker
But I’m already alone. Just with an audience.
Who would leave your life if you stopped performing happiness — and would their leaving reveal they were never really there for you?
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