The theme for October over at NaBloPoMo is “Masks“. I am intrigued by some of the questions posed as writing prompts for the first week of October: When you saw the word mask, was your first interpretation protection, covering up, persona, or performance? Are you good at hiding your feelings or is your face an open book? Do you enjoy acting?
Masks. We’ve all worn them actually or metaphorically.
Halloween and pretending are what first came to mind when I thought of masks. But then I started thinking more metaphorically. Sort of like wearing many hats, only perhaps a little more personal. How easily can we hide an emotion when we need to? Can a mask allow you to live out something you’d never admit to wanting to do in your real life?
I, as all of us do, play many roles in my life: daughter, sister, wife, mother, teacher, friend – to name a few.
When I am with these people, I need no mask. They are my heart and soul.
What about the blogger me, the photographer me, the me I hope to be?
Can all these me’s happily coexist without the need of a mask?
It seems I’ve asked more questions than I’ve answered here. Am I good at hiding my feelings? In general I’d say no. There are times when I must, but I’ve been told my eyes give me away.
Do I enjoy acting? I know I can put myself up on the stage.
I can act the way I need to in a given situation, despite what my heart may think.
What do you think, voodoo-man? Do we need to wear our masks to get along in this world?
What about you, dear readers and friends? Who is that masked man or woman?