Do we wear our masks to hide who we are, or to show who we are? Is it only what's inside that counts, or is it more meaningful to put on a brave face for the world's benefit?
Am I who I am, who I want to be, who you think I am, or who you want me to be? Probably some crazy mix of them all... or probably none of the above.
Or maybe I'm just making up random crap here to try to sound more deep than I actually am right now. I call it "faux-losophy"!
...Or maybe I actually did say something. I dunno. I'm tired.
There is one thing I'm certain of, though: I like the title I came up with for this. It actually means two, possibly even three, things at once! I kinda have a fondness for subtle double-meanings like this. (As one of my characters put it, "Every word is a novel!")