If you celebrate Halloween, you’re basically a spawn of Satan.
I am not a fan of Halloween. When I was a kid, my conservative Christian parents forbid me from taking part in the delicious tradition of trick-or-treating, or really anything Halloween-related.
Although, at the time, I was somewhat bitter about not being able to panhandle my neighbors for candy, I now couldn’t care less about the entire celebration. And I believe that this can be (obviously) attributed to the way in which I was raised.
I grew up in a world of Sunday school, Bible study, and church fall festivals, where there was no room for “ghoulish” Halloween celebrations. While I do not agree with my parent’s “no Halloween” policy, and will allow my children to go trick-or-treating, I’m unable, as a 20-something, to find the energy needed to “get into” the Halloween spirit.
When I was living in the dorms at college, I remember the look on my friends’ faces when I told them that I had no plans, or interest, in dressing up and going to a Halloween party. It was not because of religious reasons; I just didn’t care. They were not satisfied with my response and were convinced that I just didn’t know what I was missing out on. I was forced to reconsider.
The Halloween party was in an hour so my costume options were very limited and one of the girls, from the floor below me, barged into my room, grabbed a sweater, told me to take out my contacts, put on my glasses and then used makeup to implant a Harry Potter scar on my forehead. I was to be a rather shoddy version of Harry Potter for the remainder of the evening and you can bet it included me speaking in a British accent…which was as equally shoddy.
Some four years later, I have yet to dress up again for Halloween. As I get older, I’m assuming that the Halloween costume party invitations will slowly diminish, which will not be something I’ll consider as a disappointment. However, I do have a feeling that I’ll be dressing up, for Halloween, at least one more time before I die. Just last Saturday night I was supposed to attend a Halloween party with a few friends, but something came up (surprise, surprise, right?) and I wasn’t able to attend.
I find it fascinating how big of an impact the way you were raised, and other external environment you faced as a child, has on you as an adult. Even though I don’t share the same views as my parents, which they have altered as well and no longer consider Halloween solely as a satanic event, I still have no interest in Halloween.
Perhaps my now nonchalant attitude towards Halloween is due to the jealousy I felt, as a child, towards the other neighborhood kids and their enormous loot of candy that they brought home on Halloween night. Or maybe it’s because never dressing up for Halloween as kid has made the thought of it uncomfortable to me now that I’m an adult. Whatever the reason may be, I’m not too worried about it.
I have no problem with celebrating Halloween, or those who do enjoy dressing up for it, I’d simply rather just have friends over, carve a few pumpkins and drink a few beers. Happy Halloween, be safe, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…except wear a costume…I know I’m the exception and not the rule on that one.
P.S. I obviously don’t believe that Halloween is an evil, satanic holiday; I just couldn’t think of another title and felt like being a sensationalist…my bad.