Welcome to the second part of this two-part post on Narrating The Dream and with the last post covering the first half with a focus on past dreams and desires, this one focuses on the darker side of us, venturing on to the different faces we hide from the people.
To inaccurately quote the TV show Dexter, “Halloween is when everyone puts on a monster mask. But they wander without one the rest of the year.” (Again, I repeat the quote is not accurate, but something similar was in the show.)
There are people we like. There are people we love. There are also people who we hate or dislike. Similar is the case for other types of feelings. To everyone of them, we expose different faces of our personality. Depending on how we feel about them, we give them access to the different sides of the true us. Not a single one is ever the absolute version, though. All of them are masks we put on for the sake of these people. All of the masks, then it can be said, have worlds in which they exist.
But when the worlds collide, that’s when a form of inner chaos erupts. To most of us, when two entirely dissimilar face worlds meet, it is a recipe for disaster. And we respond either by trying to morph our two faces to create a third face just for the sake of those involved in the collision or attempt to justify ourselves to both of them. Simply put, in modern slang, it is a disaster.
But the possibility of this disaster is no reason for us to not keep having the faces. Everyone with a conscious mind has several faces, whether a child or an old person. There is no curing it and there’s no way of identifying the real one of the person, unless you can get a complete understanding of the mental state of the person.
I am just discussing this here now because it came to mind now when writing the title of the last post. Even I have faces not everyone has seen. There are things none may ever know of me, at least not if I can help it.
They are my demons and secrets to keep. And similarly, so does the rest of the world. (Plus some faces would just be awkward when encountered – like someone being confronted by an old rival for a bitter argument but in a lover’s tone)
I have no right to say, or almost the entire human population for that matter, anything against it. But I would just end this post with the main point that drove this entire post.
“Can you really ever know someone who exposes only one face to you?” That grumpy salesman could just be a stressed family man. That helpful girl may have a nasty habit of hitting stray animals. So, think about it – if you may. “How well do you really know that person?”