Man, that’s a real thinker’s question, but here’s how I see it—if the mask feels like a costume that’s just a fun outfit, great, but when it starts hiding the real you, that’s when the pressure bites. I’m not one for a fancy façade, I like to keep my chest out, let the good stories roll and laugh it off; it’s easier to be yourself than to juggle a mask all the time. If someone asks about the real me, I just open up and say “this is me, no costume, no drama.”