Layers of Masks - Do You Even Remember Who You Are?

When I was a child, I was free for a time...free to explore, and taste, and laugh, cry and poop however and whenever I wished....I was Ginger, I never even considered what that meant, I just _was_ ....

Then I had to be contained, my spirit stilled, my hand was slapped, my bottom reddened...I learned to be a good girl.... _I slipped on the mask_ ....

I grew and learned and practiced and got good at slipping on my _good girl_ mask whenever anyone over 15 was looking......then I grew....

I made friends and learned you can't always do what your parents tell you if you want to earn the _cool mask_ . I wanted one...so I learned to put the _cool mask_ over the _good girl_ mask to look cool for my friends.....

Then I started dating....I learned that you have to have several masks....another version of _good girl_ mask is required some of the time, but it has to be overlayed with a layer of the _temptress_ mask....very difficult to make this mask, but finally I had it down pat.....

About the time I learned to slip this complex mask on....I got dumped....now I need a _don't give a shit_ mask....ok, so far???

You're growing up, so now you need a _sophistication mask_ this one takes a bit of time to polish.... and just as you get it nicely polished, now you have to have a _bored, been there, done that_ mask, this one must have some dents in it, to prove it, 'cause it's important that you show you just don't care, sort of a grown up, _cool mask_ .

Going to work? You'll need a _professional mask_ .

Church, PTA, Garden Club???? You'll need your _pious, smart, or capable mask_ ....

In love again, you need a _vulnerable, but willing_ mask.... Dumped _again_ need a _tough as nails, don't need anyone_ mask....

By this time, if you are approached by another possible relationship, your masks are so heavy and thick, you have no idea if you're compatable or not. Which mask were they attracted to? You are confused as to which mask you're suppose to have on.....you certainly don't remember who you were before your masks were made.

Then comes old age...you can't remember where you left your purse, your coat, or your car keys....you forget where you put your masks, which one you should have on and for whom....pretty soon you're back to laughing, crying and pooping, when and where you want. I can't wait.