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I like this mask the best of all
It hides my face but bares my soul.
All other masks I’ve ever tried
Would use my face to hide my mind.

– Unmaskd

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  1. Jennifer says:

    All this time… I’ve been calling them your skirts 🙂
    Wanna trade masks sometime?

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    • Felicia says:

      This caught my interest. Everyone wears some type of mask in his or her everyday life. I think in some ways this is why Twitter and other blogging sites have become so popular. The internet has allowed people to be anonymous and to say things about people that they would never say to their face or gives them the voice to express themselves in ways that they never would have done, were it not for the internet. When I was young I kept a diary and I enjoyed writing. Then I allowed undergrad and grad school to rob me of the joy I felt from writing. Now I have a Tumblr account that I get from using and reading the blogs of others. However, while I feel more free to express myself on my Tumblr account, I don’t feel that freedom with my Facebook account. So I guess I too wear a mask on Facebook where my thoughts are not really free and wear none on Tumblr. Glad that whoever you are, you have found a way to express your thoughts.

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      • unmaskd says:

        Yes, being completely yourself is very liberating. And as we’ve discussed on Twitter, hiding your face allows that level of freedom. Twisted, yet true.

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  2. Kichy says:

    We’re all wearing masks.

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  3. Glenda says:

    We are a mask, we always hide something. and is not something bad
    like you say, sometimes feels like freedom…

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  4. Angelica says:

    I think this idea is brilliant!
    Over time i’ve realized that I know longer wish to “meet” people, but rather KNOW them. I feel like its impossible to truly know anyone these days if you/they are limited to 140 characters of thought. I quickly discovered that I cannot even begin to convey who I really am in such a constricted space, and that when I’m reading thoughts of others I’m always hungry for more.
    The concept of a tweet, or other forms of blogging with limitations are somewhat like first impressions in my mind, when preparing your post you often feel the pressure of getting as much out there that you can while maintaining some sort of wit and a lasting impression…however in all the panic the real value and meaning behind the post is lost. This is the same case when meeting someone for the first time, you desperately seek to put your best foot forward, trying to come up with the best way to display who you are in a limited amount of time…yet again all the fuss over presenting your best qualities, or personality traits creates an illusion of someone else, someone you are not.
    This idea however seems to allow the blogger to relax, stop second guessing themselves, stop counting the number of characters and simply express themselves openly. This blog does not stop at a handshake and small talk, but invites the blogger to stay for dinner.

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  5. Moe Ryan Jh says:

    You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

    Franz Kafka (1883 – 1924)

    Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.

    W. Somerset Maugham (1874 – 1965)

    We wear the mask that grins and lies,
    It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes

    Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872 – 1906)

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  6. PersephoneInsde says:

    @Moe Ryan Jh I hope you do not mind my adding to your post. I am a fan of Dunbar and would love for his work to be be shared further. (Invitation To Love, is my fav.) Thanks for bringing attention to his work. 😉

    We wear the mask that grins and lies,
    It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,–
    This debt we pay to human guile;
    With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
    And mouth with myriad subtleties.

    Why should the world be overwise,
    In counting all our tears and sighs?
    Nay, let them only see us, while
    We wear the mask.

    We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
    To thee from tortured souls arise.
    We sing, but oh the clay is vile
    Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
    But let the world dream otherwise,
    We wear the mask!

    ~Paul Laurence Dunbar

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    • xxx says:

      The Mask I Wear

      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-
      masks that I’m afraid to take off
      and none of them are me.
      Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me
      but don’t be fooled, for God’s sake, don’t be fooled.
      I give you the impression that I’m secure
      That all is sunny and unruffled with me
      within as well as without,
      that confidence is my name
      and coolness my game,
      that the water’s calm
      and I’m in command,
      and that I need no one.
      But don’t believe me. Please!

      My surface may be smooth but my surface is my mask,
      My ever-varying and ever-concealing mask.
      Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence.
      Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.
      But I hide this.
      I don’t want anybody to know it.
      I panic at the thought of my weaknesses
      and fear exposing them.
      That’s why I frantically create my masks
      to hide behind.
      They’re nonchalant, sophisticated facades
      to help me pretend,
      To shield me from the glance that knows.
      But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
      my only salvation, and I know it.

      That is, if it’s followed by acceptance,
      and if it’s followed by love.
      It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself
      from my own self-built prison walls

      I dislike hiding, honestly
      I dislike the superficial game I’m playing,
      the superficial phony game.
      I’d really like to be genuine and me.
      But I need your help, your hand to hold
      Even though my masks would tell you otherwise
      That glance from you is the only thing that assures me
      of what I can’t assure myself,
      that I’m really worth something.

      But I don’t tell you this.
      I don’t dare.
      I’m afraid to.
      I’m afraid you’ll think less of me, that you’ll laugh
      and your laugh would kill me.
      I’m afraid that deep-down I’m nothing,
      that I’m just no good
      and you will see this and reject me.

      So I play my game, my desperate, pretending game
      With a facade of assurance without,
      And a trembling child within.
      So begins the parade of masks,

      The glittering but empty parade of masks,
      and my life becomes a front.
      I idly chatter to you in suave tones of surface talk.
      I tell you everything that’s nothing
      and nothing of what’s everything,
      of what’s crying within me.
      So when I’m going through my routine
      do not be fooled by what I’m saying
      Please listen carefully and try to hear
      what I’m not saying
      Hear what I’d like to say
      but what I can not say.

      It will not be easy for you,
      long felt inadequacies make my defenses strong.
      The nearer you approach me
      the blinder I may strike back.
      Despite what books say of men, I am irrational;
      I fight against the very thing that I cry out for.
      you wonder who I am
      you shouldn’t
      for I am everyman
      and everywoman
      who wears a mask.
      Don’t be fooled by me.
      At least not by the mask I wear.

      Unknown

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  7. unmaskd says:

    This page is slowly turning into a collection of first class quotes and poetry about masks we all wear. And you know what.. somehow being Unmaskd has made me ess care about the masks I wear everyday.

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    • psychicsarah says:

      What exactly IS a Mask anyway?

      It implies that the face reveals our emotions and that these can be covered up with a *Mask*…

      But this is also *revealing*…esp if anyone in a Mask thinks they have the upper hand by hiding their true colours…(NOT true of unmaskd)

      Trouble is…a Mask never really works…

      Even in a Mask the *energy* and *eyes* of a person are revealed & you can not *Mask* the Aura…unless you’re Darth V….Errr ~waitaminute !

      If you can *see*/ feel/ intuit….there is no such thing as a *Mask*… its simply a *dressing*; an addition to the wardrobe or outfit if you like.

      However in this case of *unmaskedness* the Mask device has a pretty cool function allowing us to peal back the layers and reveal the truth inside…

      Funny how we all feel *safe* sharing with a Mask…

      Unmaskd is a benevolent, avuncular figure (never mind CEO) who allows us to mess up, make mistakes and say stupid things as well as express ourselves deeply in valuable ways.

      Perhaps we even return the favour…though there doesn’t seem to be much *stupidity* behind this particular *Mask*!

      The point is in this environment of *unmaskdness* the windows of the Soul are on display regardless of our *masks*…

      Burrowing deeper into the Rabbit hole (choosing RED) requires only a willingness…

      Will we ever come out the other side into daylight?

      All the vital signs are good!

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    • lovaboxa says:

      I think you just turned the key!

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  8. teecello says:

    For awhile now I have been thinking of starting a blog or tumblr account so I have an opportunity to just be me. On FB I feel I always have to edit what I post due to the mix of people from various parts of my life (childhood friends, relatives, work associates, college friends, etc.). On twitter I don’t edit myself as much, as most of my followers–I actually have very few, but that’s beside the point–are from my college years and know a more authentic me than people from earlier in my life.

    I feel I need an avenue to truly express myself without editing my thoughts, feelings, political and religious views, etc. However, I have yet to do it. Am I afraid to unmask myself? Perhaps. I have been spending more time on twitter and less on FB… baby steps I guess. Maybe sometime soon I will have the courage to do it. Following you on twitter and reading your blog has helped, thanks for having the courage to be unmaskd!

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  9. Hi, nice to meet you !

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  10. Niva says:

    Very nicely put.

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