Day 150: 5 Minute Freewrite - Sizzling in Suburban Hell
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Prompt: Sizzling
Another block party. The neighborhood coming together as a collective to eat way to much food and probably kick back too many drinks as well. Uncle Phil always gets so drunk at these gatherings. I hope he is able to keep himself together this time. Last month he nearly punched the mailman square in the jaw. Anyway, something to deal with if it comes up.
I always find these events to be quite strange. It nice to see a bunch of people who live in the greater community coming together but for some reason it all just feels so fake to me. Everyone seems to put on their favorite mask or the on they have spent the most time painting. They would never show the lines grooved deeply into their true nature by years of complacence. No, this could never be. How would any of these half witted robots ever show any sort of weakness. Their marriages were perfect, their children the top of the class, each house painted to a tee and the lawns kept up just to match. We were in suburban hell and not one of us would ever show the devil that sat on our shoulders.
I have to look at these masks all around me and just chuckle. I wonder what goes on behind all these perfectly molded wooden doors. I'm sure that couple no longer has any intimacy in their lives and the woman over there, what was it? That's right, Miss Sandy hasn't had any money in the bank for years but the way she dresses you would never expect that! Gotta keep up with the Jones as they say. I sit back and revel at the cornucopia of falsehood. Will any of these half built characters ever realize that they are not only lying to everyone around them but ultimate to themselves. This is such a show and I am tired of watching.
I turn my eyes to my father who stands at the head of the grill and watch him flip each burger over as those masks crowd around waiting for their morsel of food to be prepared for them. I stare deeply into the fires that burn bellow these meat laden patties and clue in to the sounds as the fat drips down and hits the sizzling metal below. That sound, I think to myself, is the only part of this whole situation that holds any sense of truth.
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That about sums it up, people are just people and most of them seem to have a hard time living with who they are. It is always refreshing to meet someone who is comfortable with who they are and you accept them or not, it really doesn't seem to matter either way to them. I think I sometimes tend to fall either way according to what kind of crowd I'm in, sometimes I'm just a slightly guarded version of me, and sometimes I'm playing the part of who the people I'm with want me to be. At the root of it though I'm always true to who I really am, even if I'm filling a role, the important things about me that will never hide or change for anyone. 😉
I find that we all play different characters depending on what situation we are a part of or the enviroment we are in. I know on a personal level that I am a much more reserved and held back version of my truest nature when I am with my family. Around my friends I am a completely different character that can show the wild side a bit more. Ultimately when I am by myself though this is when I am truly me. I harbor no fears of insecurity because I am content with self. It is when I am around others that I begin to guard my true self and only allow bits and pieces to shine through. It is all development though and hopefully in time I will be able to let my true self shine in all moments and every situation. Thank you for the thoughtful comment and the follow. Cheers :)
"Person" is a word that comes from the ancient language of the Etruscan people. "Phersu" was the original Etruscan word, meaning the mask worn by theatrical actors. So, basically, the concept of personality would be that of a sum of different masks, worn in different frames of our life.
In my opinion, that thing is fascinating, and it helps me to not scandalize me or judge harshly the inconsistencies I find in others. I try to accept everyone in the way they choose to show themselves to me, even if sometimes it's very hard. :)
Thank you for your deep freewrite, I wonder what you may do with the next prompt:
https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-151-5-minute-freewrite-monday-prompt-medium
Thank you very much for this etymology lesson this morning :) I love to know the culture root of where a word came from.
This is something that I would like to see more people able to do. The mask that a person is wearing in one moment that you witness is only one version of that individual. If that morning they had not spilled hot coffee on their crotch or gotten into a hellish argument with their spouse they would most likely be wearing a very different face for you in the moment of witnessing their actions. We all are fighting our own battles and no other can every fully understand the truest experience of our individual life. This is why what you are practicing is a beautiful way of seeing others and a very gentle way to perceive the world around you. I appreciate your kind words and teachings. Cheers :)
If you are interested, this is what came about in today's prompt:
https://steemit.com/freewrite/@maslowmission/day-151-5-minute-freewrite-overly-caffeinated-under-appreciated