In honor of Halloween, I’d like to write about the masks and disguises we wear, literal and metaphorical.
You could write about costumes. Like Halloween of 2008, when I was the Joker from The Dark Knight (like every other guy) and found myself feeling sort of sinister.
You could write about clothing as costume. Like how we wear T-shirts and jeans most days, but then suits for weddings and funerals, or that shirt for going out to the club. Even putting on makeup could constitute a disguise.
Or you could write about the metaphorical masks we wear: acting tough for our guy friends, acting like the perfect kids for our parents, acting as our “best selves” for a significant other.
In short: write about a time/times when you weren’t quite yourself. Due November 3.