I have found there are two types of people when it comes to Oct. 31. Those who are whole-heartedly in love with Halloween – creative homemade costumes, transform their home into a haunted house, party all night long. Then there are those who are like me – Halloween is just… eh.
Freudian style, digging deep to find out why I’m not into this holiday…
- Costume me not. Maybe it’s because I never had a great costume. But I always had that insecurity about being in a costume.
- Genetics. My parents weren’t into Halloween. In fact, my dad said he has been telling his students (he’s a school teacher) that he will be throwing eggs at the kids coming to trick-or-treat at his door step. He’s being sarcastic, a little bit. You have to know my dad.
- Spooked. I get scared by the thought of getting scared. I am not a fan of it. I can’t even watch the previews or see posters for horror movies.
- Sweet nothings. When I was little, I went trick-or-treating. As with all kids, it was a contest to see who could get the most candies in one night. But when I got home, before I could even count the candies, my parents made us dump out all the candies onto the living room floor. Pick out five candies we wanted to keep. The rest went in the trash.
- Hate chocolate. You read that right. I hate chocolate. There are very few things in life I actually hate, and chocolate would be one of them. I’m just making up numbers here, but probably 80 percent of candy bars out there are chocolate. Leaving me few candies to choose from. Then comes the fact that I’m not a big candy person. I’m more of a dessert person. So if trick-or-treating involved ice cream cones or apple pies I would be knocking doors all night.
But happy Halloween to those who do enjoy the holiday. I enjoy seeing other people in costumes and dressing my girlies up in their costumes. Kaye wants to be a fairy princess. Elle has no choice but to be a chicken… because she’s too cute in a chicken suit.
