Genuine Fraud

Pip in Great Expectation

How dark and stupid it was

to have no self when life was stretching out before her.

Wished she could undo everything that had happened.

If only she could go back in time, Jule felt, she would be a better person. Or a different person. She would be more herself. Or maybe less herself. She didn’t know which, because she didn’t any longer know what shape her own self was, or whether there was really no Jule at all, but only a series of selves she presented for different contexts.

Were all people like that, with no true self?

Or was it only Jule?

She didn’t know if she could love her own mangled, strange heart. She wanted someone else to do it for her, to see it beating behind her ribs and to say, I can see your true self. It is there, and it is rare and worthy. I love you

Other people adapt to you, asshole. You think there’s no adapting going on, but you’re fucking blind, Forrest. It’s all around you, all the time.”

So why did she feel worthless at the same time?

She believed that the way you speak is often more important than anything you have to say.