Quickly reaching for the faces that go in the bag.
Unsure of who you’re going to meet on your way out.
Weighing the options you have before you. You must choose one.
You sift through them. Look at one. Discard the other.
None seem good enough.
You put on the one that would help you when you unexpectedly encounter unwanted acquaintances.
You walk out the door,
And check your bag. All the faces in?
Good. Deep breath.
And, hope to avoid unwanted encounters
With a friend, a family member, or a neighbour.
Walk down the street and you spot a familiar face.
Stress, your best friend, sets in.
You rummage through your bag to see which face to put on.
It’s a family member.
A sigh of relief escapes your lips as you realise you have the right face on.
Your best friend is gone now.
A hundred steps later, you hear your name, and you turn around.
It’s an old friend.
Hi, best friend. Welcome back.
Meet Anxiety, another good friend of mine.
You frantically search through the bag.
Where is it?
You feel a knot being fashioned in your gut.
She’s drawing nearer.
Stop yelling at me Stress!
You’re not helping either, Anxiety!
You hear the word “Hello!”
You respond with the face you were looking for,
And avoided a catastrophic meeting of unknown faces.
Seeing someone who knows one face and not the other would ruin you.
Your companions decide to haunt you home.
You have the same conversation for the umpteenth time.
You cannot do that to me, Stress.
Anxiety, you were supposed to be on vacation!
I was overwhelmed with dread.
I know I have a plethora of them stuffed in my bag.
I don’t know when I’m going to need which face, okay?
You get back home with no other unexpected reunions.
Time to strip off the face and be comfortable.
Time to decide which face brings you the most comfort.
Time to forget about close calls with other faces.
You’ve forgotten which face brings you the most comfort.
You’ve forgotten which face disallows the pretences.
You’ve forgotten which face belongs to you.