There’s been this on-going joke about my glasses. Most of the newly met people like to imagine that I’m becoming a completely different person without them. The most frequent assumption is, of course, that I’m intelligent and responsible (which for some equals boring) in them, but crazy and recklessly spontaneous without them.
And even though it has nothing to do with the actual glasses, they’re right – I can be and I am being both. And many more, for that matter.
Does that mean I’m not authentic? That I pretend to be someone I’m not?
Well, those two and a dozen more of my selves are most certainly authentic. Because there’s no such thing as one real, authentic me. We all are wearing what stands for the glasses here. We’re all wearing masks. Many, many of them. Even (or maybe especially) when we think we don’t.