Holy crap. This was a great read. I work in mental health so reading this is shifting something within me. I love how you mention owning the multitude of masks we wear. It's like getting permission to be all of these things, knowing which mask to wear according to the present situation. You make a great point that if we were to live truly instinctual, we'd be a menace. Probably jailed or baker acted from time to time. That would call for more inconveniences, so instead, we sign a social contract.
Who is the being that knows which mask to wear-- the one that decides which version feels the most right? Is that a mask as well? Is there a core piece in all of the masks that bind them together?
Me again. I really enjoyed your piece Kris, however it was just as well I was not on public transport. I give you, you - 'The version of you that shows up at work, smiling politely through a meeting that could have been an email, is not the same guy that once sank free piss at the Uni Bar and launched into a profanity-laden rant about why “Blister in the Sun” by Violent Femmes is actually, truly, very fucken shit'. That reduced me to tears and disturbed the neighbours. Boom! Still laughing now as I comment. Ear worm of a song. Let me go on?...Please, please, please mate, just don't. I don't care how big those hands are. Childish, entitled perve that blows his wad on his bed linen.
Holy crap. This was a great read. I work in mental health so reading this is shifting something within me. I love how you mention owning the multitude of masks we wear. It's like getting permission to be all of these things, knowing which mask to wear according to the present situation. You make a great point that if we were to live truly instinctual, we'd be a menace. Probably jailed or baker acted from time to time. That would call for more inconveniences, so instead, we sign a social contract.
Who is the being that knows which mask to wear-- the one that decides which version feels the most right? Is that a mask as well? Is there a core piece in all of the masks that bind them together?
Me again. I really enjoyed your piece Kris, however it was just as well I was not on public transport. I give you, you - 'The version of you that shows up at work, smiling politely through a meeting that could have been an email, is not the same guy that once sank free piss at the Uni Bar and launched into a profanity-laden rant about why “Blister in the Sun” by Violent Femmes is actually, truly, very fucken shit'. That reduced me to tears and disturbed the neighbours. Boom! Still laughing now as I comment. Ear worm of a song. Let me go on?...Please, please, please mate, just don't. I don't care how big those hands are. Childish, entitled perve that blows his wad on his bed linen.