You, I’ve never really been one to participate in this whole Halloween thing. This is totally a day where I will intentionally be all “humbug” and just want to have everyone disappear. I’ve been like this since I was young. If I really think about it, I can only think of three times when I donned a costume. More often than not I was at home, probably at home helping my parents dish out candy to everyone else. Yeah, I was that guy. Dressing up was just never really was important. It wasn’t a religious thing or anything. I just…don’t think my parents say it as something worthwhile. So they never bothered trying to take me out around the neighbourhood to participate in the festivities. I did go out one time with a buddy, so I got my fill. From that experience, I decided that it was just more trouble than it was worth. Hell, if I desperately want candy, I’ll just go buy it. Pfft. Fast forward to today where dressing up is just not something I do.
Killjoy.
I’m not opposed to dressing up. Actually, the idea of costumes intrigues me. At this point though, who would I dress up for? Colleagues? Pfft, again! Friends? Not likely. There’s just no reason. What can I say? Do I feel like I’m missing out. For the most part, no. There’s still a voice though in the back of my head that is telling me that I’m missing out on a lot of the social credits that can be gained. It’s complicated!
*grumble*
Is it November, yet?



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