Halloween didn’t even exist in my mind until I was 8-years-old. Maybe I had heard about it or seen people fuss over it, but it meant nothing to me. My mom tried to get me excited about it when I first arrived in the family. Since I wasn’t helpful with ideas or interest, she did me up as a China doll. It was a nice idea.
We went to a family friend’s neighborhood to trick-or-treat since living out in BFE doesn’t lend itself to collecting candy as easily. I went door-to-door doing my childhood duty of looking cute to receive some treats. It felt like every person asked me what I was supposed to be and somehow even at that young age, I felt my sense of identity and place being threatened. It was a traumatic experience.
So, with that and the fact that I’m not a big fan of candy/chocolate this end of October day has always been one of dread and dislike. Now, people are so into costumes and dressing up. Some people have told me it’s a chance to be naughty without consequence. I suppose whatever the reason that people must enjoy it, I will always be the Scrooge of Halloween. It’s a good thing I don’t have any children so that I don’t spoil the day for them.
Maybe one day someone can properly explain to me the draw to be something you’re not (I mean, don’t most people do that already on a daily basis – do you really need a costume to make it more apparent?); why being naughty really matters – there’s no harm in being a little mischievous all the time (you don’t need an excuse, do you?); and how promoting the hoarding of chocolate and candy is productive for anyone let alone the message being taught to children…
Forgive my poor attitude, just had to vent this one out. Really, I’m happy that people enjoy a day together – just wish as much went into developing a spirit of giving and love….
Until next time,
-T
