I guess my brain just automatically assumes that everyone else is really pretty and handsome. More often than not, when I see someone, whom I previously have only seen wearing a mask, remove his or her mask, I am mentally extremely surprised at the face I see. The features are not bad, necessarily – they are just not what I expected. And I have noticed that what I have been expecting is almost always something that would be classified as quite good-looking (if not model-like, even).
Kind of funny, huh?
Makes me glad that I wear a mask that has a photo of my face on it. Sure, my lips don’t move when I talk, and it’s a bit off on sizing, and the coloring is slightly jaundiced, but it is my face, and people get to see that. And they won’t let me forget how much they are grateful for the opportunity to see someone’s actual face. And I am grateful.
Post-a-day 2020
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