“Let’s see,” Dwight said to himself. “What costume should I assume today? Should I be the pleasant man that everyone likes? Or perhaps I’ll play the role of the argumentative, contrarian son of a bitch who picks a fight with anyone who even looks his way.”
Dwight went through this same process just about every morning. “Who do I want to be today?” he would ask himself. “What persona should I be? What role should I play? What costume should I wear?” He loved assuming different roles each time he left his room. No one knew what to expect of him.
Some people thought that Dwight was schizophrenic and had a multiple personality disorder. “Ha!” He thought. “I’ve really got them fooled.”
It had gotten to the point that the first thing people would say to Dwight when they saw him was not “how are you today, Dwight?” but “who are you today, Dwight?” And he loved that. He enjoyed keeping them guessing.
Dwight loved his life. He had no worries, no concerns. He didn’t allow silly things like where to sleep, what to eat didn’t, or how to earn money spoil his fun. Most of all, he loved wearing different masks every day.
And the orderlies, in their white costumes, seemed to enjoy playing the game with him. After all he’d been with them nearly his entire life and it was his destiny to keep them on their toes.
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “costume.”