The Masks

It's Carnival very soon. I don't like Carnival, never have. But there is one advantage, I get a couple of holidays thanks to Carnival. So it cant' be that bad. But for most people, Carnival is happening all of the 365 days (364 this year) of the calendar year. For some, it just means that they go totally nuts on garish colours which would justify a public fashion offence. If I see another crude normal bag I'm going to scream. Don't they know about the cool classic Chanel? I don't think so. If I see another gory watch I think I'm going to have trouble with my intestines. Why can't people have the beautiful designer labels? Come on, saying that going designer is being sassy is rather like the story of sour grapes. But then, it's each to their own. And I really can just look the other way. And Carnival is also about masks, I tend to think of the pretty masked in Carnival Balls. They're so pretty. What bothers and makes my day is that most people are wearing them for the 365 days of the year. And they don't even go to the trouble to make them pretty ones. They act like the goody goodies of the centuries. How can you turn your nose about the dangers of alcoholism when you're one big alcoholic. In the same way that I can only explain about the dangers of smoking, being a smoker myself. I cannot suddenly act as if another smoker repulsed me. So that's one mask. Another mask takes the form of a big desk. The ones behind it pretend to be such good citizens. Well, not all of them are. The desk is just a mask which hides what they really believe in, seeing that they way they lead their life is far from similar to the way they teach it. They wear the mask of omnipotence when really they have their own impotent traits. Yet another mask takes the shape of a suit jacket. It makes people suddenly look glorious, but it's just masking their inferiority on the inside. They think they're in command, when really the poor souls don't realise that they are just naked hiding behind the mask of good tailoring. High heels... another power trip. They help you to stand tall when all it's all about bare feet standing on stilts. And yet another mask is the dear old habit which makes Maltese people suddenly want to kneel down in respect. It's just clothing material, on the inside is a naked human being masking himself under the power of the Church. So masks are about power trips. As for me, I'll just be enjoying the holidays, perhaps masking myself in make up and going out somewhere. But at least we women have had the decency to call it just as it is.. make up.. just like a mask.