The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock

The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock

There is a particular verse that caught my attention, and
everytime I read it I just can't stop thinking about it.

"There will be time, there will be time   
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;"

For me, in this verse there is a sort of dialogue between
-as I like to call them- Prufrock 1 and Prufrock 2
where one (let's call him Prufrock 1) is the man who walks
in the streets, the one that talks to people, the one who works,
the one who meet people. And Prufrock 2 who is the "inside" man,
the one who prefers stay at home, the one who does not
like to talk, the one who does not like interaction, but the one
who is obliged by Prufrock 1 to meet the people he meet.

In other words, actually, in other times, is what WE are doing now,
we all are Prufrock, we all have these two "persons" inside us,
maybe more, and the more tangible way to see it is Facebook,
or any other social network that alows us to create a profile,
a face, to meet other faces, we try to make ourselves
look more interesting, we "like" things that we actually do not like
we have pictures of ourselves that does not represent us completely
we are our "other us" our own Prufrock 1... Or perhaps Prufrock 2

While the person who we really are, the person that is behind that screen
the person that has to face the "real world" is obliged to prepare
a face, that face that is shown on that profile, that face that your
"facebook Prufrock" shown, but that is not our real face.