Masquerade paper faces on parade
Masquerade hide your face so the world will never find you

We are all living behind masks. It isn't necessary a bad thing I guess. The ability to conceal who you truly are is certainly an advantage in many circumstances; of  course, tightly bounded is the element of deceit and delusions. Sometimes I wonder, why do people choose to keep up a particular image and live their whole life under a facade which they deem most ideal? Isn't it tough to maintain so, when you are ultimately forcing yourself into a mould you weren't cut out for? Perhaps people do not know they are living under a false projection. Perhaps it was never bogus. Seemingly, it all boils down to perspective.

But then again, this mode of disguise is what feeds those Hollywood star-wrecks and their counter-parts.

Acting. Every one's an actor; some just take the craft too seriously.

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Whenever I hear someone passing the remark that someone else is being poseur, I can't help but think: Who are they posing as? Who do you think they are posing as? Who do they themselves think they are posing as? Who did they have in mind to pose as? I mean, there has to be an ideal that they – or everyone – are striving towards, and dying to emulate right?

I have never excelled in poseur-ing; never sought the thrill of it; never toed the line of being good at it. It seems, I have never wholly and rightly been engulfed into the whole religion of mainstream-ism; I have never succeeded in mindlessly professing my loyalty to the Christ of Trend; I have never faithfully converted to a devout devotee at the Church of Cool.

Some days I just feel so Elphaba.

Impressions. Illusions. Images. Instances. Idiosyncrasies. I.

Masquerade paper faces on parade
Masquerade hide your face so the world will never find you

We are all living behind masks. It isn't necessary a bad thing I guess. The ability to conceal who you truly are is certainly an advantage in many circumstances; of  course, tightly bounded is the element of deceit and delusions. Sometimes I wonder, why do people choose to keep up a particular image and live their whole life under a facade which they deem most ideal? Isn't it tough to maintain so, when you are ultimately forcing yourself into a mould you weren't cut out for? Perhaps people do not know they are living under a false projection. Perhaps it was never bogus. Seemingly, it all boils down to perspective.

But then again, this mode of disguise is what feeds those Hollywood star-wrecks and their counter-parts.

Acting. Every one's an actor; some just take the craft too seriously.

---

Whenever I hear someone passing the remark that someone else is being poseur, I can't help but think: Who are they posing as? Who do you think they are posing as? Who do they themselves think they are posing as? Who did they have in mind to pose as? I mean, there has to be an ideal that they – or everyone – are striving towards, and dying to emulate right?

I have never excelled in poseur-ing; never sought the thrill of it; never toed the line of being good at it. It seems, I have never wholly and rightly been engulfed into the whole religion of mainstream-ism; I have never succeeded in mindlessly professing my loyalty to the Christ of Trend; I have never faithfully converted to a devout devotee at the Church of Cool.

Some days I just feel so Elphaba.

Impressions. Illusions. Images. Instances. Idiosyncrasies. I.