One of the most horrible feelings one could experience in the human body.
At least for me that is anyway. Something I’ve always dreaded happening or having to endure. I’m sure that’s most of us, but then again, some people have the natural ability to shake it off or bounce right back.
I’m not one of those people.
I’ve always strived to appear a certain way, maintain a certain image. My dad would say, “We want to seem like we have it all together,” in reference to those of us who are prone to wearing masks.
For the most part I’m pretty straight-forward, down-to-earth some people would say. But there are a lot of things that I hide. Fears, insecurities, feelings of inadequacies…yeah, those things I hide.
Why would I want them to be seen?
That would put me in a place of vulnerability, making me more susceptible to my enemies.
That’s another thing. I think that everyone is out to get me. I have a hard time trusting people. That’s another issue in and of itself.
But back to the whole image thing. I try real hard at that. I actually think I’ve mastered it–wearing a mask that is. Every now and again it gets shattered, but I pick up the pieces and put it back on.
I call it, “Pride.”
I’ll tell you all about that later.