Pride May Kill

Well..it will probably Kill me!
Although, it will probably be said it was the cancer/virus/accident/disease etc etc etc.
And I Don't digress!

One thing I was brought up with, was the concept of Pride.
Pride in Yourself, Your job, Your family, Your associates and associations.
Weakness was NOT frowned upon, but rather seen as something that needed to addressed and worked through to become a stronger and better person. (with a dollop of pride mixed in.)
(place squiff smiley face here..)

I'm not discussing upbringing or family here, but these two 'emotions' mentioned above, place me, later in life, with great quandary.
A FB friend mentioned that in one picture a family member posted recently, that I had a look of 'Pride'.
And, yes, in the picture it 'looked a bit like that' but I can promise you, you couldn't get further from the truth if you said you had a tea and Peanuts with the Pope in the Pret in Piccadilly yesterday.
You see, I have, over the last few years, done my best, to hide under the mask of 'Pride'.
Thus I hide any perceived issues with weakness, Aloneness or Underachieving in social circles so successfully, that the fact I'm close to cracking that exterior mask would pass as a bit of a shock. To myself as well!!
And it's that stress of keeping this Mask unblemished and uncracked is creating the title of this blog.