It’s that time of year for people to dress up as their favorite fictional character and parade around public in hopes of getting candy, compliments, attention, or all three. Pumpkins are carved, candles are lit, and people flock to Walmart or Target to get the latest deals on a fat sack of candy.
College campuses across the country use this day as an excuse to dress up and get drunk. Not that they need an excuse. It’s college. Soon-to-be thirty somethings still grip on to their youth searching for costumes that remind them of childhood. Or their 20 year old debauchery. Whatever works right?
Halloween is here, and I don’t deal with it.
I don’t celebrate Halloween in any way, shape, or form. I see nothing celebratory about a day dedicated to ghosts, monsters, and death. However, in classic American fashion, people turn out in droves to celebrate this useless holiday.
Not me. If you ask me what I’m doing, then my response will be a standard nothing.
So, what am I supposed to do when someone wishes me a Happy Halloween?