Oddly Me

Friendship and illusion can be one and the same. We follow a simple basis that whoever we run into we will have to face them…but which face do we choose? That’s the most important question someone could ask when involving a friendship. It’s the the small things we seem to overlook that end up tearing us apart when it all comes crashing down. I’m not fond of putting on fake faces because it’s such a struggle, but I will admit that at dire times they can be deemed as necessary.

For example, your job could require you to be smiling and “happy” no matter what, and without the ability to put on a face, you wouldn’t be able to do your job everyday. Sure, you have your good days where you come in to work and things are great! Those are your shining moments. But we are not stars. We can’t always shine. Sometimes our days will be terrible which is why the masks must go on. Expression is another matter entirely. How we express ourselves has become a spectacle to popular crowds.

I hate that we are always having to put on faces, but it seems it’s now the world we live in. Whether we like it or not, something in our lives require us to put on some type of mask. It isn’t with the worst intentions, but not for the best either. I can’t seem to wrap my mind around so much having to do with masks lately…

But then there’s another type of mask. It’s the kind that doesn’t feel good at all, and you don’t have to be wearing it to feel its pain. Simply pull the knife out of your back and see the name written on the blade to know what that hurt is like. A few months back, I had to do something similar with myself. A type of reflection and reality check was needed. Because I thought I knew exactly who I was dealing with. It turns out, that person was someone else entirely. A fraud with a mask that’s as cracked as any ancient structure. Once I saw how damaged and fragile the mask was, I slowly got over the hurt. They were using the same old tricks I’ve seen many times over. I realized that it wasn’t about me. The mask was entirely theirs, and I had nothing to do with it. So I let it go. You’ll know how terrible a person is by how they use their masks…and it’s the strangest thing….