Once I've seen behind someone's mask, I can't see anything else, and it colors all my interactions with them.

Sometimes, the scene behind the set enriches the relationship. I understand or forgive quirks or behaviors that would usually make me want to alienate myself.

Sometimes, however, the slip of the flaky mask reveals a desire for chaos and troublemaking that, quite frankly, makes me doubt anything this person has ever said and done.

The offer of a compliment I now see as a way to breed contempt amongst the people who were not offered such platitudes.

I've actually watched this person intentionally knock over a side table full of drinks (she headed straight to it, glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then tipped it over).

I don't understand her. Not at all. But I hate who I've seen her be.