Masks: The good, the bad, and the ugly.

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I know that 'masks' seems like a dirty word after over 2 years of being locked down by a pandemic, but I promise that this MyTake isn't going to be talking about the N95 kind of masks, not entirely anyway, so those jumping to the comments to start talking about vax/anti vax clearly didn't read this article. This MyTake is about the masks we wear in hiding who we are depending on who we are around and even ones to hide the truth from ourselves, but yes, I will do a slight veer off into how wearing the masks during the pandemic gave me a strange kind of confidence unrelated to a virus.

And that confidence gives me the power to smile.
And that confidence gives me the power to smile.

For those who know me, it's not really a secret that I hate myself and sometimes that hate makes it hard to want to interact with others on a daily basis. Unfortunately, being a married mother of two, I don't exactly get days off to just hide from the world. There are times where I am forced to put that metaphorical mask on and force a smile on so that the kids don't worry about me. At work, I have to wear a mask of professionalism when inside I am breaking down and wanting to cry. Around family, it is a mask of being the strong older sibling I have always been expected to be for my brothers. The one to be the example of keeping things together and solving their issues.

The thing is, I know I am not alone in donning these masks. We all do it to some extent whether we want to admit it or not. Maybe it's a mask we wore in high school to fit in with our peers even if we weren't always ok with what the group was doing. Maybe it was being forced to endure a particularly annoying co-worker. Now sure, I am going to probably get that person in the comments who is going to play semantics and try and call it something else, but in the end it's enduring by putting on an act and hiding behind a mask of our own choosing.

"She called me out before I could do it...ugh. Whatever, it wont stop me from saying it anyway."
"She called me out before I could do it...ugh. Whatever, it won't stop me from saying it anyway."

Even on this site, I am not immune to it, especially as a mod. We are still humans and there are times I want to just call someone out on their BS, but I have to remain professional as I am representing the site. On this site, I also wear a mask when it comes to who I am too. Those closest to me on here know that the behind the scenes me is just different. It's not a bad thing, but it IS a mask nonetheless. Sometimes, I am not as nice or as put together as I can be in my posts.

So why bring this up at all? Well, for one, it's tiring and maybe this is a way to vent. Maybe it is meant to find like minded people who can admit to wearing their own masks. Maybe it's to see how many others consider it to be necessary or just deceptive to need to do it in their own lives. Is it a lack of confidence in who we are or is it a necessary evil in conforming to society's rules?

Now for the part where we talk about pandemic masks, but again, not in the way you're dreading. I am basically agoraphobic at this point, but it existed long before the pandemic started. Ironically, it was me wearing a mask that let me cover my face that I actually came out a bit more often than I was before.

"I tried to find a baggy mask so I could cover my whole face, but it made driving hard each time I pulled it up."
"I tried to find a baggy mask so I could cover my whole face, but it made driving hard each time I pulled it up."

Yeah, that's me. Actually out of the house in that photo (in apparently the brightest room ever), which doesn't seem like much, but for me and those who know me, it's actually a pretty big step. I couldn't have done it if it hadn't been for a mask of another kind. And while this mask probably wouldn't have stopped a virus, it did stop me from spending another day in my room, hiding from the world. My self hatred has got to a point where I don't even want others to see me and the masks help to overcome it long enough to actually be around people again and escape my self made prison. Yes, it is a physical mask, but the metaphorical one is the one of me convincing myself that nobody is going to even notice or care when I have the physical one on.

So then maybe masks aren't all bad, whether it be a metaphorical one or a physical one. In the end, they are all protecting us against something, right?

Though..maybe it is the other way around. Maybe it isn't protecting us at all. Maybe the masks only feed the lies we tell ourselves about who we are and what the world expects from us. Maybe we don't get to be our true selves because of all the hiding we do.

I'm curious what you think though. Are the masks we wear inherently good or bad? If we got to just be our base self and never have to worry about how others felt, would we feel better about who we are or would the guilt of hurting others because we didn't lie upset us more? If we stood up when something made us uncomfortable and not hid behind a mask of acceptance because of fear, would it be the right choice or the wrong one? Let me know in the comments what you think about it.

Unless of course you were already posting about the pandemic stuff then shame on you for not taking the time to read.

Masks: The good, the bad, and the ugly.
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