Mimeomia (noun): The frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to, even if it’s unfair, even if everyone else feels the same way—each of us trick-or-treating for money and respect and attention, wearing a safe and predictable costume because we’re tired of answering the question, “What are you supposed to be?”

Masks are addictive.
On every bus stop billboard and during every commercial break, you see images of who you should be. These, in turn, lead you to ask the wallet-emptying question:

“How can I become what I should be?”You try.

But whenever you think you’ve reached perfection, it eludes you again. Every time we think we’ve crafted the perfect mask, it cracks.

What masks are you wearing?

Inspired by:  The art of talking to yourself by Vironika Tugaleva

I am you.

Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear. 

For I wear a mask; I wear a thousand masks.

And none of them are me. Pretending is an art that is second nature with me, but don’t be fooled, please don’t be fooled.

I panic at the thought of my weakness and I fear being exposed. That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, A nonchalant, sophisticated façade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.

Who am I? You may wonder. I am someone you know very well,
For I am every man you meet and every woman you meet.

by Cardinal Deardon