A few years ago, I was visiting some friends for a small party, and we were supposed to make our own original costumes.
I don’t usually “do” parties, and I’m not all that fond of costumes. Plus, this also happened at a time when I was in a seriously dark place, kind of like I am right now.
After much thought, I decided my costume would be a personification of an abstract concept.
I decided on “Sesquipedalian Exsanguination”.
Sesquipedalian means “using a lot of big long words”.
Exsanguination means “draining blood”, or “bleeding to death”.
So I took a big piece of white cardboard and wrote lots of big long multi-syllabic words on it… in my own blood.
I was into fountain pens at the time, and was able to dip the pen into the puddle of blood just like they did with quill pens in inkpots a few centuries ago. Whenever it clotted up too much to use, I’d just add more to the puddle.
I wore it around my neck like one of those wearable-sandwich-signs.
It was the most creative costume there, and it was quite an experience when I inevitably had to explain it to people.
You can imagine the look on their faces when they realized that all these long red words were not written in watercolors after all.
Proof that I am a lovable nerd with disturbing issues crammed into the dark corners.