I never really got into the whole Halloween spirit or fun or whatever it is you are supposed to like. Most of my overall dismissal of Halloween is because it’s my Dad’s birthday & mine is the next day. So I am either thinking of Dad’s birthday or how the fuck am I going to fake happiness tomorrow on my Birthday. I pretty much despise my day because people making a fuss over me & making me center of attention creeps me out & feel bad that they are wasting their time. It is pretty much like if you dread Christmas Eve/Day with family, thats what Halloween & my Birthday is like to me. It’s lame.
I never liked horror or scary/gross stuff as a kid. So zombies, vampires, & monsters just seemed stupid to me. I never really liked any costume I picked & would always change last minute. I would get all this candy that I couldn’t eat until days later since my birthday cake would last nearly a week. Even the lead up time to Halloween is all about “OMG! What are you going as?” Where I would have rather been talking about “HOLY SHIT! I hope I am getting (insert video game, action figure, & record) for my birthday!!! No one cared it was just about costumes, candy, & whose house or what neighbourhood are we fucking up that night.
The only thing worse can be those with birthdays a week before Christmas through Jan. 3rd.
TL;DL…Halloween blows & I don’t get it. The day after is my Birthday, which I loathe even more. I am a weird, depressing, & not fun bastard.