Of course people present different aspects of themselves in different scenarios. It is how we learn to cope, flourish, survive, and manage different situations.
The person I am at work is vastly different to the person I am at home, or in social situations - and those situations can vary wildly depending on the people there and the situation - and indeed the person I am with my child is different to the person I might be with my partner.
That is not to say any of these personas - or really those aspects of me that are brought out in different scenarios - are fake, they are all valid parts of me. Some times I might exaggerate some part of me (my professional part, my parental fun part, my social vim, or, when alone with my partner or a great friend, my vulnerabilities, fears, love, etc.). Sometimes we put on acts, to cope in situations. I mean, I think most of us at times get that feeling of inadequacy at work or whatever and have to put on some sort of front. But mostly different things draw out different parts of us. And we are all full of contradictions too. I can love and want to go out with friends and socialise and - sometimes at the same time - far rather sit snuggled at home shutting the world out.
As a parent I am often far more hopeful and bubbly and playful than I might really feeling. Yet, it’s not a lie. And indeed, even after the hardest days, with the news filled with awfulness and work hard and money tight, and illness creeping in, my child can suddenly strip all of that away and bring out my very happiest and most contented self.
Social Media, which I suspect is really what you are getting at here is different of course. It’s all pretence. It’s all about putting across a very specific and very much edited version of oneself. Conversations with friends and colleagues can often be the same: we self edit and we share those things we choose to. Some only seem to share the very best bits, others seem only to share the pain and spite and vitriol. But, certainly, it’s only a carefully curated, highly edited aspect of them. It doesn’t mean it’s all make believe but it’s certainly not them fully exposed for all to see.
I remember friends and family being rather shocked once, that I was so upset when a long term relationship of mine finished. ‘But you and X had such a difficult relationship, it must be a huge relief to be out of that?!’; the thing was that to my close family and friends I had shared my fears and frustrations and pain. I hadn’t felt the need to run to them to share all the very marvellous things. So yes, we only show certain aspects of ourselves to certain people at certain times.
I’m complex, as I suspect most of us are, and I am never showing all aspects of myself to anyone or in any situation. Not even to myself and it would no doubt take years and years of therapy to unpick it all.
But it doesn’t mean each isn’t true. It’s just a part of a bigger truth, part of us as enormously complex creatures.