In the course of each day we navigate the infrastructure of our lives, deftly wandering among the people we see: the strangers and acquaintances that we interact with a blur of faces, voices and places.
To each of these people we give a face that is the idea we have of who we are. We project a facade of individuality that tells others what we stand for and how be believe. But this mask we wear is almost certainly a lie. We lie because at each point where when we might speak out of turn or say something out of character we hold back. Those words that form on your tongue that you so subtly repress, that you think better of at the moment before they come out, are the real you.
Through a complex set of self-editing techniques we are almost never aware of we keep in the things we feel, we cage our emotions in order that we may more easily move through our lives. This reduction of friction in our social interactions makes tomorrow easier, lets other predict the pattern of our movements through supposed knowledge of who we are, what we will do and say, of how we think.
If we were to be less cautious would life be so much worse? Can we not tell others what we think or have we as a society become our own “thought police”?