This year, more than any other year, I feel that many people have been asking me about Halloween, particularly what costume I'd be wearing. My answer: none. I don't really like Halloween much. Well, okay, that was the mellow answer. Some people may have been treated to a more vehement response that may have involved the word 'hate.'
Every person who leapt to the defense of Halloween, every person!, had the same response: "But there's candy!"
I'm not a candy hater. But I don't feel like saying that candy is involved makes Halloween that great. I'm an adult now, if I have the urge for a particular type of candy, I can go out to the store and buy it.
The older I get, the more I see a range of Halloween costumes for women and their female children that are just...utterly distasteful. And that's putting it mildly. I'm not a fan of leaving my house and seeing people wearing costumes that show me...too much of them.
While yes, I do enjoy some of Tim Burton's flicks, and a certain measure of creepy-fun, I find no joy in being scared. There is absolutely nothing recreational about being frightened. When I wake up on a day where I know I will have a lot of free time, I do not immediately think: "Oh, I think I'll scare myself today!" I don't like feeling anxiety, I don't like when my heart beats more quickly than normal, and I don't like shaking.
Pumpkin carving and pumpkin painting bring me no joy, as they never turn out how I want and they never last for very long. Also, they quite frequently get smashed by ne'er-do-wells. Pumpkin cookies are good, though I associate them more generally with fall-time and not Halloween.
Maybe one day, if I ever have a child, I'll remember what's it like to actually like this holiday. But for now, I am content in my Halloween-grinchiness.