The Unknown Variables
Friday 8th of May 2020
It’s 9:15 in the morning, sunny, but cloudy, 13 degrees whatever, chances of rain later, and this morning I was woken up from series of bizarre dreams, but well just concentrate on that last bit.
Four groups of people, sat in fours, around four small tables. Three people moving from table to table, injecting small chips of colour into each persons fingertip. A pink and white mask, featuring various designs would then form over the persons face, this mask would become their personality, change them into the better version of themselves. From my table I could see that this wasn’t entirely true. What was actually happening was that if a person had an idea of what was bad about themselves and what would be seen as good they would project the good onto their mask and hide what they thought was bad underneath. Or if the person thought that there was something wrong with who they are, they would project the exact opposite onto their mask. For example, one individual saw himself as too promiscuous and saw this as the reason he couldn’t make a relationship last. So, once injected, her projected the exact opposite and became asexual, uninterested in sex or relationships altogether, his true desire suppressed under the mask.
I woke up before they got to me with the chip, but words travelled to me before I did, ‘Ambivert.. They’re not really and introvert, they’re an ambivert, they’ve supressed…’
What would I have turned into? What would my mask have looked like? Am I already wearing one? Am I really an ambivert?
