Who is behind the mask that you show to the rest of the world?

Ever since I was a little kid people would always just tell me stuff. I always found it weird. Some of these people were friends or family and others were strangers. They would tell me things that they wouldn't dare tell any (or many) people including their parents or spouses. Often these things were wrong, embarrassing or illegal. I always wondered why people would tell me their most personal secrets, I don't think I'm an easy person to talk to.

While I'm glad that I could provide a listening ear and some conversation and consollation for people who needed it, I often wish I didn't know what I do because I never forget it. I don't know if it's just me or if everyone has a really good memory.

This has made me wonder who is behind the mask I show the world. If you know me, you've probably greeted me at some point in time. And unless you're a very close friend, when you ask me how I am, the answer is always that I'm good. But I'm not always good, so why do I say I am? Maybe because I'm too embarrassed or afraid to admit that I'm not okay? Or because I don't want to burden anyone else with my problems? Because I want to seem professional? I know I'm not the only one who does this.

I come from a small city, Pietermaritzburg in KwaZulu-Natal. I think what I miss the most about "home" is that people are more genuine and trusting. I'll never move back but I miss this. I wish this was the same in larger cities, it seems like here everyone is just "money hungry" and would do anything to get as much as the can for their own selves even at the expense of another person's livelihood. It's up to us who care to change this, even if it takes decades to.

Who else will join me in unmasking themselves?