anonymity

what is anonymous anymore? so many things have changed in this fast-paced existence. i have aspirations of working in show biz. it has been my mojo for the past, oh, 14 years. it isn't the show as much as the biz. difficult to explain. hmmmm. i met a publicist from spark this past weekend. my other half and i went to a picnic. this publicist didn't feel she was making a difference in the world. i felt suprised. yes SHE IS. we were joking about the dumbing down of america. that is a sister bear's saying. she works in marketing. well, selling things. selling belief systems. selling art. selling selling. selling fat. selling thinness. selling perfection. selling homemaking. selling selling. is it part of being human? it's the part i feel uncomfortable with. i don't want to be greedy. i sold antique posters in hawaii. it brought out the greed in me. i honor the hard-working business the owner built. but, for me, it seemed to bring out my greed. i've had so many jobs, deep sigh, i couldn't begin to count them. but, the one that stands out the most for me was being a caretaker for an eldery woman with alzheimer's. it's been ages. probably 14 or 15 years since i've seen her. bless her soul. she's probably exited this earth since then. it was a strange thing being her caretaker. i believe that i tuned into her consciousness once. it was dark and empty. not necessarily confused. but, it was empty and void of the depth we have. we, meaning the sane. i've been insane. i've been insane, i would say, a good six times in my life. not the funnest experience. i'm writing a script called "universe parallel". i want to explore insanity. do i have a point? mostly nothing is anonymous anymore. mostly we shouldn't even bother with wearing masks. we shouldn't bother with covering up anything. we simply are who we are. we are humans being.