Masks
Saint, Sinner, Victim, Bully, Entertainment, Annoyance, Brother, Father, Enemy, Friend we’re all different things to different people. It’s all a matter of perspective. I’ve been getting the feeling lately that I am without a core personality. I change to fit in. If a clown is required, then I am a clown.
Which brings me to the real question, just who the hell am I? I’m not even sure of that anymore. I wear so many different masks just to be accepted. Is acceptance really that important? Of course it is. Everyone craves acceptance. That’s why we have cliques. To belong. There are those who say that you don’t need to be accepted, as long as you are happy with what you are. But how can that be true? It’s a basic human need to be accepted, hardwired into us during creation. We are social creatures. Subconsciously or otherwise, we try to fit in.
How many of us can truly say that we don’t wear a different mask for different occasions? The dutiful child, the loving partner, the hated enemy, the innocent victim. We play different parts to suit our own purposes. Nothing wrong with that. For me though, I’ve lost track. I have no idea who I am anymore. Over achiever? Slacker? Stoner? Fucker? I’ve been all those things and more. Different things to different people. Just to fit in. To be accepted.
Who do you want me to be?
