I feel like there is this misconception about people that are passionate about costumes, whether they are dressed as someone from a videogame, comic book, or anime, and I never quite understood it until I walked my first convention floor. Outsiders think costumers immerse themselves in another character to get away from who they really are — that they are geeks that could never quite cut it, and need to ditch reality for a few hours.

They’re wrong though. Within that shell, whether its made of cardboard, plastic, fabric, fiberglass, or steel, hidden away there is a figure worthy of attention. It’s the person who put all their heart and soul into a project, and now they’re wearing their work all over them.

I almost didn’t read this when it popped up in my RSS feed. But I’m glad I did. After a cruel and devastating breakup, Eric Smith writes about how a Master Chief costume helped him reclaim the pieces of his life.

It’s easy to come up with psychological diagnoses when a person does something that does not fit our model of how things should be. It’s quick, convenient and trivial in thought. Don’t be that person.