We all have masks that we wear, socially. Kind of a social shorthand, to avoid being who we really are. To make things easier. To simplify. And much of the time, we wear them out of fear of being open, out of fear of really, truly being ourselves.
The mask I most commonly wear is the sex-kitten one. It's well-worn; I've worn in more than I've worn my real face. It slips on comfortably. It feels more natural sometimes to be the sex kitten than it does to be me. It's a shield. Yes, the boys all want me when I'm wearing it, and I can get the attention and adulation without having to be me. Without having to be the small, fierce, complex person that I am. I slip on the mask, and it's shorthand, it's a signal that everyone knows how to deal with, and everyone acts accordingly. It's a look-at-me, without *me* really being the one they're looking at.
Last night was the first time in a long time, except when I'm home with just
yendi and Elayna, that I haven't worn the mask for at least part of the time, where I didn't amp up my sparkling as a diversion. I didn't need to. I was able to just be who I am, and who I am is both darker and brighter than that mask. Last night I went maskless and no one ran screaming.
I am going to consciously try to do this more often. To keep myself from assuming the automatic response, to force myself to interact on a more raw and real level. It increases the chances of getting hurt... but it's exhilerating. Because when someone's interacting with the mask, I'm always aware that it's the mask they want to be with. If I'm just *me*... well, I know they like *me*. And I'm genuinely not accustomed to being liked. :)
The mask I most commonly wear is the sex-kitten one. It's well-worn; I've worn in more than I've worn my real face. It slips on comfortably. It feels more natural sometimes to be the sex kitten than it does to be me. It's a shield. Yes, the boys all want me when I'm wearing it, and I can get the attention and adulation without having to be me. Without having to be the small, fierce, complex person that I am. I slip on the mask, and it's shorthand, it's a signal that everyone knows how to deal with, and everyone acts accordingly. It's a look-at-me, without *me* really being the one they're looking at.
Last night was the first time in a long time, except when I'm home with just
I am going to consciously try to do this more often. To keep myself from assuming the automatic response, to force myself to interact on a more raw and real level. It increases the chances of getting hurt... but it's exhilerating. Because when someone's interacting with the mask, I'm always aware that it's the mask they want to be with. If I'm just *me*... well, I know they like *me*. And I'm genuinely not accustomed to being liked. :)
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Hm. This also ties in, I think, to my fear of showing people my writing...
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I'm reasonably good at not wearing a mask, but I think I'm unusual in that.
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All that being said, I'm not sure I'm always maskless myself.
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I'm working on it, though. :)
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For me, it's the ice princess or the quiet one in the corner, nothing to see, move along.
But I agree with
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I adore you too, of course. :)
Yay for masklessness!
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Y'know...
Interesting difference: Mask is for the face, expressions, thoughts, plotting... Shield is for body, heart, viscera. I think I wear a shield more often: I will make scathing comments, intellect as weapon or humor, (when all else fails be rational,) and have been accused of "flirting" when it was just the joy of mental stimulation to me. Putting the heart out? You must be kidding. Showing the complete dimensions of myself? No way. It's easier to control body language everywhere *but* the face - I've gotten in trouble for the way my eyebrows communicate what I might be thinking. (I've worked on that since the accusation.) The mask comes off first, then the armor... I mean, shield. Oops.
A mask doesn't have to mean untrue to yourself, however. aViva Sedai is a mask I've worn for years, and I represent myself truly, just not completely. I'm starting to wear the mask away from the inside. It's scary, feels risky, I want to delete replies to journals that don't fit aViva... but it makes life more vital to relate on that level.
I can't say sex-kitten is one I wear; much more the opposite is true with me.
New on VH-1: Behind the Mask: Rock Stars Without the Spotlight. *smile*
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so what you know how to do well
and that's be you
be what your like
be like yourself
and so I'm having a wonderful time
but I'd rather be
whistling in the dark.
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btw, that's me I'm making fun of not you.
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That's the song I sing Maddie to sleep with.
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I bought a pair of clear glasses at Marie Claire's (or one of those mall shops) several months ago. I wear them a lot during the day, because while they don't do anything for my eyesight, they do have a UV/glare filter that I find very very useful. I've never liked wearing sunglasses, but I adore my clear glasses... and recently, I've found that I feel kind of strange being out in public without them. I take them off when I'm at home, reading, or working on a computer, so they're mostly off for work and school - but when I'm being social, I prefer to keep them on. I'm not sure if they're a mask; and if they are, I'm not sure if they aren't more true to what I "really" look like than how I am without them. If that makes any sense. :] My self-image is somewhat different from what I see in the mirror (as is true of virtually everybody), but I didn't realize how strongly my self-image needs to wear glasses. Is it really a mask if it reveals more than it hides? ;)
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Yes, send! :)
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But when life imitates art...?
Actually, I'm a fair hand with a mask. Creating & dismantling. Once upon a time I had several masks. The Sex Kitten, the Intellectual, the Rebel, the Bohemian, the Wise Old Soul, the.....
You get my meaning, I'm sure.
And then, one day, I discovered that most of my masks were sort of morphing into each other... into one. And then, i realized that I was morphing as well. Until the mask that remained was almost a perfect match for the being beneath it.
With the single difference that the Arrogant Chip on the Shoulder of the Mask is more a Monkey on the Back of the Person. It accepts praise as its due & I flinch away from personal compliments.
For the most part, however, the masks became me, and I them. They were the faces that I grew into....
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i wear it at work, for my guests and co-workers.
it breaks down a little bit with my co-workers simply because I don't deal with them like I would a guest. I have to use this mask. If I don't, then I would be a miserable bum at work and would not only make little money, but would be out of a job. i couldn't be a waiter. i really am very uncomfortable around people. but for some reason this waiter mask is easy to put on.