The Mask

So reading Reality Hunger and On Being Authentic got me thinking about masks and such. I don't like the word mask. It makes it seem fake, and a cover. I think of it more as a side than a cover. While the sides may seem unconnected, they are all part of our true self. Any time we pretend to be something different, it becomes a part of us, our true self. Sometimes we don't even realize it, but eventually it will be just another side to you. The 'me' from class isn't a cover for the 'me' in my dorm, or anywhere else. They are all really me, just in different lights.