We all wear disguises. Everyone has a way to hide their true thoughts, feelings, desires, wants, and needs from the world/those that truly matter in their life. Maybe it’s because they don’t know what they are. Maybe it’s because they think it’s stupid.
I don’t know. I’d be the first one to admit, I have no clue what I’m doing whatsoever. I do know my own disguise enough though, to sense it on others.
Take the Robin William’s suicide — why was the world so shocked about this? He’s an actor and comedian — it is his job not to communicate to the world his sadness. It would possibly hurt his reputation or ego — then again we wouldn’t know, because we aren’t in his head.
What I do know is — I show the public what they want to see. If I’m miserable, I’m not going to tell you why I’m miserable — I don’t know you personally. If I see you in public — I most likely won’t speak to you. Like, what do you want me to say? If I just lost my job, if my boyfriend just broke up with me, if I just got drunk off my ass last weekend — I wouldn’t tell you either.
Now is that a disguise? I think not. It is the “I don’t know you Mask — why would I tell you?” and it’s possibly good for the both of us I don’t. Now running into cases with people you actually know and yourself — as an individual, it becomes an issue.
How to deal with that I don’t know. I take it day by day. I don’t understand life, that’s why I’m here.