Life is such a Masquerade

Changed my blogskin at last, this one might last longer, or maybe not.

There was once a diehard fan of Robert Redford who spotted him in a restaurant (or something, not very sure). She could not believe her eyes and when Robert Redford stepped into a lift, she rushed after him and breathlessly asked, "Are you the real Robert Redford?" He replied,just when the lift doors were closing, "Only when I'm alone."

Life is such a masquerade, where everybody has multiple costume changes. Costumes which might be drab and dull, or colourful and elaborate, or just plain black and white.

We make masks for ourselves, for others, different masks for when different people are looking, talking, interacting with us. Different masks to put on others when we talk to them. That's why we never really be ourselves, even as I write this, I'll be subconciously thinking of what others will think of me and what I write.

There have been times, well actually quite alot of times, where I put a mask onto someone, molded their personality to my liking. And when they actually interact with me, show me some other mask they have worn, my carefully constructed image of them is shattered, and I am so shocked, even though I've known somewhere deep down that I was never right with the masks I throw on them when I never even tried to see their face.

And though some might not think so, we make our costume changes round different people. We wear red with some, blue with others, black with some, white with others. So who we are, is so hard to define, undefinable actually. For we are all schizophrenic to some extent, and to different people, we are different people.

Life is such a masquerade.

P.S, I found a muse. Calliope, Clio, Erato.