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Reality and Image

Is who you are different from who you portray to be? Is the real you different from what others see?

I am looking at Amanda Bynes and my mind went on the whole Disney child-actor thing. In the Mickey Mouse club you had to have an image, I guess, of purity. You acted in their movies and you had to maintain a certain way about you. Maybe today it is different, I do not know. Not blaming Disney.

On the flip side, if you acted, portrayed, or did the opposite of “purity” then you got an image of being fast, wild, and loose when in reality you were not.

So it is with certain people in the entertainment business around the world. You may be in box A when you really are living out of box B. Or vice versa.

And so it is with certain people not in the entertainment business but the so-called average, everyday people. You and me.

Who are we really? If you know, kudos.

If you are masked then . . .

“We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes–

This debt we pay to human guile; . . .” Paul Laurence Dunbar

Have a happy summer. 🙂

Love you. Take care. 🙂

Add Amanda Bynes to your prayer list.


Sir Blakeney went undercover

Have you ever hidden how you felt from someone? Perhaps we all have at some time in our lives. And like Sir Percy Blakeney, we all had or have our reasons.

Those who were closest to him knew what he did, saving the necks of the French from the guillotine. His wife, Marguerite Blakeney, did not know until it was too late. And from her, he also hid the fact that he still loved her, even though she thought he did not. “Percy . . . Percy . . . her husband . . . the Scarlet Pimpernel . . . Oh! how could she have been so blind? She understood it now — all at once . . . that part he played — the mask he wore . . . in order to throw dust in everybody’s eyes.” from The Scarlet Pimpernel, chapter 19, The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy

He appeared to be silly when he was smart. He appeared to be the fun, brainless, happy-go-lucky type when he was shrewd. This book with its tale of keeping secrets and reason(s) for them, was a marvelous read. One man hurt by the woman he loved, still loved her. What to do with love that is not completely lost?

Leslie Howard acting was like a smirk, not smile. It was tolerable.

“We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.”  Paul Laurence Dunbar