I'll just be blunt: I really don't care about Halloween.
Still, I feel somewhat ashamed and embarrassed that I don't give two shits about this holiday. People will ask, "What are you dressing up as for Halloween? Will you go trick or treating? Have you bought candy for the trick or treaters?" I sort of give them polite answers and tip toe around my indifference to the 31st. Essentially, I don't really want people to know that I'm such a jack-o-lantern party pooper.
Reasons for my phlegmatic point of view are few. Actually, I just couldn't tell you why I wish Halloween would just go away. But, pressed for answers...
All I can say is that when I'm in the stores, and the shelves are dripping merchandise of orange and purple that will make noise, light up, creepy laugh, or melt, I pretty much just roll my eyes and push my buggy faster. My mind keeps scrolling a marquee of words over my frontal lobe that reads:
WASTE OF MONEY...
UNNECESSARY...
MARKETING AT IT'S FINEST...
ISN'T THERE MORE IMPORTANT ITEMS OR CAUSES TO SPEND MONEY ON?...
WHY SUPPORT ALL OF THIS CRAP MANUFACTURED IN SOME ASIAN COUNTRY FULL OF PEOPLE THAT HATE AMERICANS?...
Yes, all of that does roll through my mind. I guess a case could be made for over-analysis and putting the kill, in joy. I suppose my attitude will change once the baby wants to do Halloween stuff. Or, maybe it won't. We'll see. It is nothing big. I'm just blogging here, not trying to change the world.
Happy Halloween!
Still, I feel somewhat ashamed and embarrassed that I don't give two shits about this holiday. People will ask, "What are you dressing up as for Halloween? Will you go trick or treating? Have you bought candy for the trick or treaters?" I sort of give them polite answers and tip toe around my indifference to the 31st. Essentially, I don't really want people to know that I'm such a jack-o-lantern party pooper.
Reasons for my phlegmatic point of view are few. Actually, I just couldn't tell you why I wish Halloween would just go away. But, pressed for answers...
- Maybe it is because we didn't have a lot of money growing up thus, I never had a "good costume."
- Maybe it is because I don't like to be scared.
- Maybe it is because I don't like candy very much.
- Maybe I'm bitter that I never won the pumpkin carving competition at Arapaho Elementary because my parents gave me a pumpkin and a knife while other parents stinking hired an artist to make a body, wig, and carve a Picasso out on the pumpkin so their kid could win.
- Could it be that I sort of got on-board with the whole...Halloween is a pagan celebration?
All I can say is that when I'm in the stores, and the shelves are dripping merchandise of orange and purple that will make noise, light up, creepy laugh, or melt, I pretty much just roll my eyes and push my buggy faster. My mind keeps scrolling a marquee of words over my frontal lobe that reads:
WASTE OF MONEY...
UNNECESSARY...
MARKETING AT IT'S FINEST...
ISN'T THERE MORE IMPORTANT ITEMS OR CAUSES TO SPEND MONEY ON?...
WHY SUPPORT ALL OF THIS CRAP MANUFACTURED IN SOME ASIAN COUNTRY FULL OF PEOPLE THAT HATE AMERICANS?...
Yes, all of that does roll through my mind. I guess a case could be made for over-analysis and putting the kill, in joy. I suppose my attitude will change once the baby wants to do Halloween stuff. Or, maybe it won't. We'll see. It is nothing big. I'm just blogging here, not trying to change the world.
Happy Halloween!
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