Yesterday at the pharmacy while picking up my prescription I joked with the clerk about how we’re all wearing masks this year

I was wearing the mask I use out in public. It keeps me safe. No one suspects a thing ever

I have a mask for work. And one for my parents. One for my wife (we’re separated). And even one for my kids. I always know how I’m supposed to behave

I’m practiced at wearing my masks. I do it with ease sometimes. Those are good days. Other days aren’t as good. Sometimes I wear my masks with a shit ton of anxiety 

tldr; there’s nothing under the mask. I don’t have a true identity. It’s not hiding. There’s nothing here to hide. It’s the first BPD trait: self identity blah blah blah