My masks aren’t things I’ve created for myself. More often than not my masks are created and given to me by those who ignore me for what I am and choose to see me how they see fit. The unconfirmed, seldom confronted, and ill-inquired notions people have of their peers are some of their most prized possessions. It feels good for people to judge others without consequence or rebuttal. It feels even better for people to do this while portraying themselves as someone nicer, someone who doesn’t act off of assumption and invalid judgment. .
So, I wear the masks people make for me out of courtesy. It’s the polite thing to do. If you turn down the masks people give you, they won’t understand. If you encounter a rare instant when someone does understand, then they were never giving you a mask in the first place. That person doesn’t make masks for people, and refuses the masks people force upon them. They’re standing right there with you, basking in awe of the desperate lengths people go through to hide themselves and the true nature of the beautiful people they rarely see.All that for what benefit?
To reinforce their beliefs and to reassure themselves that they have a more accurate understanding of you than you do of yourself.