Phony

After reading J.D Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye" , I feel like I've grown a distrust of just about everything. It has become quite an easy habit of mine to be quick to doubt one's truthfulness and to brand everyone and everything as a phony. I know, I know, saying that I've become such after reading Salinger's novel is such a phony thing to say. As a matter of fact, I feel like a phony for writing this, and even more for actually saying that I feel like a phony for feeling like a phony. Ugh.

I go through my Facebook and Twitter timeline and think that everyone's a phony. I watch entertainment shows and think that celebrities are such phonies. I'm even beginning to think that Taylor Swift is such a phony! I sometimes even feel like my parents are phonies. I feel like a phony for caring too much about whether I'm being a phony or not.

You see, the real phony is me. (Yes, I do feel even more like a phony for saying that!) But it's the truth! Because I realized that I actually can't recall the book's ending. I only vaguely remember there being a little sister involved, but aside from that, I really can't remember how the story concluded. Here I am feeling like Holden Caulfield when actually, I don't think I got a good grasp of the point of the book. I only got the whole "everyone's a phony" part and nothing else, I guess.

That is why I'm a phony. I am a phony, one that needs to read the book again.