In honor of Halloween coming up, I’ve been thinking about disguise. And yes, although I said I wouldn’t write about the apocalypse all the time, that ties in too.
So, do you like dressing up? Do you like how a costume can make you into anyone, anything? It can either highlight an aspect of your character, or conceal it completely. This is part of why I love Halloween.
But what if you used disguise and permanently changed or hid who you were? Yes, certainly spies and others with something to hide do that even now. But what about the rest of us who aren’t, likely, quite as interesting? What if the apocalypse arrived: wouldn’t this be the opportunity – and perhaps create the necessity — of completely remaking ourselves?
Identity can be a slippery thing. It’s something we decide for ourselves, but it’s also something conferred on us by others. That’s where disguise and costume comes in; if we dress us, say, as a harem girl, or as a nun, what does this say about us? Does it reveal some deep-seated desire? A yearning for a different life? Or is it just cloth and makeup?
What if we played with the idea of identity when you don’t have the same defining characteristics and conditions that generally pull us back to who and what we were and are (ie: social security numbers, bank accounts, taxes, gov’t id, etc)? Could we disappear and emerge, perhaps, like a phoenix?
What would you be if you could completely remake yourself? Who? Would you want to?
“Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be.” – Kurt Vonnegut.
So, who do you pretend to be? Who are you? And who could you be?
Let me know below.
Thanks for reading, and have a great week.