Living With Everyone’s Wrong Version of You
The
version of you that exists in other people’s minds is not you. You know this.
They don’t. They’re confident that they know who you are and they’re completely
wrong but their confidence makes them stick with their version.
Correcting
them doesn’t work. You tell them they’re wrong and they think you’re being
modest or difficult or defensive. The correction gets absorbed back into the
version so the version stays intact. You can’t fight the version because
fighting it just reinforces it.
The
version has been built over time from limited information and first impressions
and stories people told about you. The version is simpler than you are and more
convenient for people to deal with. The real you is complicated and the version
is not. People prefer the version.
Your
energy for correcting goes away after a while. It’s exhausting to be seen wrong
and then have to correct it and have the correction be ignored. Eventually you
stop correcting and just let the version exist without you. The version lives
its life and you live yours and they don’t intersect.
Sometimes
you have to perform as the version even though you know it’s wrong. A family
thing happens and you be the version because that’s what’s expected. Work
requires you to be the version so you be it. The performance is automatic now
after doing it so long.
The
version might have things you wish the real you had. Connections based on the
version, success built on the version, people who like the version. The real
you doesn’t have those things because the real you isn’t visible enough to have
them. This creates resentment that sits underneath everything.
You
could tell people the truth and try to be seen differently but the work of that
is enormous. You would have to be willing to lose the relationships built with
the version. You would have to accept that some people just won’t change their
minds. You would have to live with the fact that being real means being less
connected.
So
the version continues and you continue alongside it, invisible and known, alone
and surrounded, trapped inside the version that everyone thinks is you and none
of them are right about any of it.
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