Masks
I'm Hexadecimal. Remember that old tv show on YTV, Reboot? I'm like Hexadecimal. A thousand masks for a thousand different purposes, nobody ever seeing the real face beneath, and the ever present question of whether or not there is a real face beneath all the masks. I feel sometimes like there isn't anything real at the bottom, like I've lived in the masks so long that the masks, like V's Guy Fawkes mask, are my face for all intents and purposes. This is, naturally, a rather pathetic prospect, the notion than I've become nothing more than a bundle of lies and falsehood and mockery and sarcasm.
I ought to start actively creating new masks rather than just accepting the one's that naturally develop. I should be taking charge of how I want people to see me. Since it's all lies anyway shouldn't I at least have the chance to make it good lies? Well it's a nice theory, but, as I love to point out, most theories don't tend to pan out.
I ought to start actively creating new masks rather than just accepting the one's that naturally develop. I should be taking charge of how I want people to see me. Since it's all lies anyway shouldn't I at least have the chance to make it good lies? Well it's a nice theory, but, as I love to point out, most theories don't tend to pan out.