#like. he reminds me of rege-jean page kind of hot

[syl-stormblessed]

that one post that’s like “i think i could survive truly horrific circumstances if i had a crush on someone there” but it’s me in my physics class

[lookingfortherainbow]

The Show must go on

A few days ago I installed Twitter on my phone. (What can I say... I'm sick... and I was bored grin).

While doing so, I came across the interesting phenomenon that many people pretend to be celebrities online.

Besides my annoyance about it, I asked myself the question:" Why is that?

Am I not enough as I am?"

The question wouldn't let me go.

For days I have been pondering what it is about the roles and masks we wear every day.

Where is the point reached where these are no longer helpful to me?

When does it hurt me to hide?

Every day, every hour, sometimes every second we slip into a role or hide behind a mask.

We rummage in our inner "costume box" like in a well-stocked shoe closet (We girls know this, wink) and slip into the skin of our choice, like a fictional "skinwalker". (This reminds me of skinning a snake -> creepy).

Maybe I choose the business shoes to slip into my professional skin, or rather the slippers to fill the role of mother and housewife? The comfortable rubber boots attract out the gardener, farmer in me, the high heels make acquaintance with the party queen and sex bomb....

So many shoes in my closet... So many roles in my life....

The beauty of it is, I can consciously choose my shoes, change them, put them back in the closet.

Actor Rege Jean Page, said in an interview that he likes to slip into the shoes of the person he's portraying to get to know them better.

Somehow I can understand that quite well.

Besides our roles, the "skins" we slip into (still creepy), there's this huge arsenal of masks.

Anyone who has ever worn a mask knows that its purpose is to hide behind it. I pretend to be someone I am not - or to express a part of my personality. (kind of paradoxical).

Being behind a mask is not as great as you might think.

It's hot, you sweat, you can't see well smell and hear. The senses are limited.

This, or something similar, is how I experience it when I wear the metaphorical mask.

My senses are restricted. My focus, all my sensing (yes yes, I know a pun) is on pretending.

The show must go on!

The show must go on!

Even if my heart is breaking inside,

Even if my makeup is slowly peeling off,

I'll keep my smile! (Freddy Mercury)

Everyone knows this one: "I feel like crap, but I'm smiling".

Why do we do that? Or to quote Freddy again:

"Who wants to do all this to himself? Does anyone know what we are all looking for?"

We are all looking for recognition, love and appreciation. To a large extent, the masks we wear certainly serve the image. But I dare say that they are mostly for our protection.

The fear of showing ourselves vulnerable, with all our rough edges, the fear of rejection and pain makes us hide who we are.

Behind our mask, however, we sweat with fear of being discovered, of being exposed. To be exposed defenselessly to possible psychological injuries (devaluation, not being taken seriously, etc.). The desire to tear the mask off our face, to show ourselves - collides with the fear of being hurt - of not being good enough.

And we continue to wear the mask.....

On and on and on!

The show must go on!

Even when my heart is breaking inside,

Even if my makeup is slowly peeling off,

I'll keep my smile .....

Who do you allow to look behind your mask?

S.M.