Can you see the real me? Can ya, can ya?

No I haven't been listening to Quadrephenia lately, however maybe I should. I digress of course, if you have never listened to this wonderful piece by The Who, or haven't listened lately, you should.

I heard someone use similar words to the title of this post today. Then she began to talk about masks and the practice that most of us have in wearing masks to hide who we really are. I do it and you probably do it too, so let's be honest about it.

I'm quite sure I have posted about this before, the Greek actors or "hupokritēs" wore masks just for that reason. They were two sided. We, however can be more than two sided, can't we? "Why" is the question that I have. Why do we determine that we need to wear a mask? Why can't we trust others enough to be open and honest? Why can't we trust ourselves to be open and honest with others.

The question asked is can you see the real me? What or who is the real me? I have spent time in solitude on numerous occasions trying to answer that ever so simple question. I don't need to answer the simplistic questions that can be answered with empirical data. I do need to answer the questions that delve deep past the masks and lies. I need to drill down below the tapes that have been playing for so long. They don't define who I am. That is something that I am happy for.

Can I see the real me, Can I, can I?