there is something that i have always found very provocative about masquerades. a group of people gather, all elegantly dressed, all seductively masked. it is sensual and beautiful in such a dark way that it appeals to our humanity in those secret ways that no one talks about.
the masks as delicately crafted, an effort to hide the truth behind them.
it is almost erotic.
it is beautiful, is it not?
as i was earning my psychology degree, i began to view the social world as a large masquerade. we wear our masks, present our best selves, and dance those rehearsed moves until it is all over.
the masks that we put on for the world hide our shame, our guilt, our deep dark secrets that we want no one else to be aware of.
what are the secrets that you are hiding behind your mask?
are you the guy that seems so cocky but is terribly insecure? are you the charismatic beauty who feels so absolutely alone? the smart woman who constantly feels stupid?
wouldn’t it be nice to lay it all out in the open? no more hiding behind the front you show others, but to show who you are completely and wholly.
i realize my own hypocrisy in this post. as much as i’d love to say that i am 100% upfront with everyone, i cannot. there are people in my life that really do not know me at all.
i hide my memories. i hide my experiences. i hide my opinions. i hide my aspirations.
and despite how much i hide, there is so much that i share, even when i shouldn’t.
i really wish that my mask was as beautiful as this, though.