Your Own Personal Brand of Morphine.

A friend recently expressed frustration at the people in his life who seem to be able to switch between personas in an instant. When things are quiet and there's no one else around, a certain side of her is shall we say allowed, to show itself. My friend was refering to the more thoughtful, contemplative side of course. But, when the girls are around, she turns into a "giggly, shallow plastic," or something of that equivalent. It would seem, a betrayal of her true nature.

Well, to that I simply surmise that we humans are social creatures. And to a certain extent many of us do have specific sides that show themselves more in different company. It is not a lie, merely an extension because a person cannot only be one thing. Like another friend L said, "It's not that I'm not being myself, I'm being different sides of myself. It's all me."

Acceptance is a very beautiful thing. It can make you feel all sorts of happy all at once and all sorts of relief all at once too. You feel like you're beathing new air and suddenly, at least for a moment, you're not Atlas anymore. It feels good. And everyone to a certain extent is looking for acceptance, from the people around them and the people that matter.

Maybe that is why many decide to put on the masks and build a collection. It's all about the acceptance. Even if it's not for real, even if it's not for good, it's for the moment and for that moment, you feel like one of the gang.

It's like your own personal brand of morphine. It may be nothing compared to the feeling of being completely cured, but at least for the moment that you have it, it takes away the pain. And when the cure is not within sight, that's all you've got to hold on to.