Artificiality becomes a virtue, and authenticity a value in and of itself - the only honest reaction to a hypocritical world.
That’s the problem with reality, that’s the fallacy of therapy: It assumes that you will have a series of revelations, or even just one little one, and that these various truths will come to you and change your life completely. It assumes that insight alone is a transformative force. But the truth is, it doesn’t work that way. In real life, every day you might come to some new conclusion about yourself and about the reasoning behind your behavior, and you can tell yourself that this knowledge will make all the difference. But in all likelihood, you’re going to keep on doing the same old things. You’ll still be the same person. You’ll still cling to your destructive, debilitating habits because your emotional attachment to them is so strong — so much stronger than any dime-store insight you might come up with — that the stupid things you do are really the only things you’ve got that keep you centered and connected. They are the only things about you that make you you.
At the end, all that’s left of you are your possessions. Perhaps that’s why I’ve never been able to throw anything away. Perhaps that’s why I hoarded the world: with the hope that when I died, the sum total of my things would suggest a life larger than the one I lived.