Conformity

I have realized that typing away on a computer keyboard makes me think of someone playing a musical keyboard. It REMINDS me of that. I have realized that we, as humans, find a sense of comfort in our ability to relate one thing to another. I have realized that the entire existence of us as people depend upon mathematical equations within the patterns of nature and the scientific chemical changes throughout our bodies; throughout our brains, to exist. We are defined by the things we say, the way we appear, and the simple look on our faces as we run into new people. Immediately, we are defined and put into the order of how pleasing we appear to be every single day. Then, the process continues as we communicate. What we say; it all files us into more and more specific areas of the kind of person we are. But what if you were to discover that perhaps no one was who they appeared to be? What if, perhaps, we as a people have instilled within us a societal fear of being ourselves? That we are so afraid to be who we are because we fear judgement, or personal misplacement, that we entirely put ourselves away and take shelter in a mask of conformity and bottled emotions and untrue opinions and untrue happiness?