I have never been a huge fan of Halloween. (And yes, it's a twofer day, that's your treat! Or your trick).
Maybe it's because my friends and I have never really done the whole Halloween thing (maybe because in the first few years of university, my friend group was so discombobulated that everyone always had plans that didn't include me). But somewhere along the line, I got tired of celebrating it, mostly because I had no one to celebrate with.
Oof, my posts are getting sadder by the minute. I have friends, we just never really did/do the Halloween thing. I thought this would be the year we did, or the year where I at least had plans but turns out, life decided otherwise. This was the first year in a while I was actually excited about Halloween. Oh well.
When I was a kid, dressing up was the BEST. My mom made a lot of our costumes growing up and one year, I requested to be Rosie. Who's Rosie? She was a very, very minor character in the Lord of the Rings. I basically wanted to be a hobbit. I think only two people knew who I was dressed up as and they were my best friends.
I also remember the year I was Tinkerbell and my best friend's brother, totally unplanned, happened to be Peter Pan that year. We always went trick-or-treating with them so it kind of magically worked out. I think that was one of my favourite costumes. That or the jester outfit. My mom is pretty freakin' skilled with a sewing machine.
In university, I did have an English professor bribe us to dress up (we would get a "prize" if we did). Now, if the prize was extra marks I would've done it, but it was just chocolate. I tried to make an argument that we were all dressed up, it was some kind of reference to a work we had read that I have since wiped from memory, and she was not pleased with my "sass." I thought I had made a legitimate point, but that's okay. And I was kind of dressed up. My best friend, who happened to go to UBC, was studying at SFU that day with me so we dressed up as each other. She wore her dad's old SFU hoodie and I wore my mom's UBC sweater. Of course, we were the only two who got it (and I think she partially just wanted to blend in with the SFU crowd), but it was kind of a funny inside joke.
I was also made to dress up when I worked at the library (I seemed to always get the Halloween shifts). They would be disappointed in me when I didn't dress up, and I don't like it when people are disappointed in me, so I did my best for the other years. This job required a lot of moving around though, so it had to be easy to move around it. I was often Arthur Read because I have that same yellow sweater.
Winter holidays are always a bit rough for me. I get myself all excited for them, shit happens, and suddenly my plans go *poof* into thin air. Some things never change. But, I have hope that they will anyway.
Happy Halloween. Time to drink wine and eat candy with my mom.
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