2/3/16 How Many Yous Reside In You?

    Billy Joel once said "We all have a face that we hide away forever and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone."  I suppose that is the real person we wish we were if we were comfortable being ourselves.  How many other versions of us are hid under our skin though?  It is safe to assume that a version of work Mando and a home Mando exist.  There could be a vacation Mando if I vacationed more, there is a drunk Mando, I like that pervy guy. 
    Is it better to have these different personas inhabiting your skin, or should there only be one version of me?  I was discussing with my Mom a certain sibling, I won't say which one, but she has always been a bit of a pain.  I worry that her only persona is the work version of her.  That version is a no nonsense tough as nails old school nun.  Punishment is the first and only consideration for an unruly child.  This is what you want, to exert your will on general population if you ran a small prison, but it becomes a very agitating person when the children are your own and love and understanding should be the first, second, and third forms of principle discipline.  This sibling needs to hide that work version of themselves and find one that is happy she has two healthy boys, a good man for a husband, a kick-ass new house, and all the niceties that a hard working life afford.
    Boy, who I have seen grow up, I see as an immature spoiled brat at times, but then we talk to his roommates and they say he likes to lead the charge when they clean, he helps cook dinner for them, and in general they always mention how thoughtful he is.  At home, he can't remember to bring his plate of food back from his room, and more than once, we have found plates with food under his bed.  If I am to believe his roommates, then we are dealing with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde right here.
    Wife is another interesting case in that her work version is a strong character, I sometimes get the feeling she may even be a pain in the butt, but maybe that is what is required for the job.  She interacts with everyone from the superintendent down to illegal alien parents and has been doing just fine for the last eight years.  Enter the new guard, and that beautiful brown face could not muster more than a position where she drives a bus.  Probably the only bus driver in Texas with a Master's degree in education, but that must be what her new boss saw when she saw brown skin trying to be an administrator. 
    Does one reach a higher level of understanding when one can exist as the one true self?  Maybe it takes us most of our lives to figure out who we really are.  Maybe the more complex a person, the more layers, or personas live within.