'I have never truly known another person, only impressions of them.'
Funny thing, the brain, it is the basis of your entire reality. However, not allowing, not relinquishing the full extent of yourself to others and pasting on your sticker smiles alters the succinct chemistry of what makes whom you are. The sum of all instances relative to you become simplified in tuneful but vapid niceties, subconscious or not. You end up in a wilderness of mirrors. Disparate worlds reflecting everyone and everything you supposedly are or once were.
So really what do you suggest be done? Smash every mirror?