That’s right. I don’t like Halloween. Now, wait a second, before you leave, just hear me out. It’s not like I hate Halloween or anything.
As a kid, I liked it just as much as anyone. Who wouldn’t? My brother and I would get all dressed up and then our family would head over to our friend Dawn’s house. She is close with my parents and my brother is good friends with her youngest son. We didn’t get any trick-or-treaters near our house, but Dawn did, so we’d go there every year. She always had the house decorated, with big bowls of candy, and we would all go out trick-or-treating together. Her street was always pretty good for Halloween and we always came home with tons of treats. My brother and I would always spill it out on the floor, sort it into piles and trade each other so we got only the kinds we liked. This process would go in for several days after Halloween. Every day, until we finished our bags, we would dump it out, sort it, trade, eat as much as our parents would let us, and pack it all back up again.
As we got older, we started making different plans. We would go to other streets where our friends lived and go separately. Once we got too old for trick-or-treating, we would just go to Halloween parties with our friends. I always liked those, just hanging out with my friends, dancing and eating insane amounts of sugar. Then I graduated high school and all my friends went away to university in different towns and we weren’t always together for Halloween. I was lucky in that I went to the same university as my best friend, but even then, we didn’t do much for Halloween. We were kinda hermits in university, we never went to any of the crazy parties, we just stayed in our room as watched TV together.
Last year, I came to the realization that I don’t like Halloween. I had been living in Vancouver for a couple months and on Halloween, my boyfriend decided to go watch scary movies with his friends. I didn’t go because I was starting a new job the next morning. I was sitting at home, by myself, watching Grey’s Anatomy for the 100th time, eating Halloween candy out of the box, and I realized I just don’t like Halloween, for several reasons.
- I hate being scared. It’s my least favourite thing. I never watch scary movies, I hate it when anyone jumps out to surprise me, I just hate being scared.
- I really, really hate spiders. They are the worst.
- I don’t like the colour orange.
- I don’t like creepy things like zombies and monsters and all that stuff.
- I don’t particularly like dressing up in costumes. Just not really my thing.
So there you have it. Halloween, just not my favourite event of the year. It’s not like I dread it coming or I can’t wait for it to be over or anything, I just don’t love it. I much prefer Christmas. In fact, I’m a bit of a Christmas fanatic, so I just look forward to that.
Still, it is fun to dress up as a cat every now and then. Or Salvador Dali.