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“If you are an adult, and you are planning to dress up on Halloween...don't. I will find you. I will hurt you.” – Lewis Black
I’m generally pretty anti-holiday for the most part. It’s not that I want them to go away or that I despise them. It’s really that holidays have always been anxiety induced cluster-fucks for me. I love the idea of Christmas and Thanksgiving, not so much actually having to deal with them. Halloween though, I haven’t liked in years. And it is a general despise kind-of-thing.

My entire feelings about Halloween are beautifully summed up by Lewis black in this audio bit that can be found here. I just find Adults who turn into Halloween-excited-morons to be… hard to handle. It strikes a nerve I can’t even possibly begin to describe.


I of course used to find excitement about Halloween and the mounds of candy I could eat and dressing up was pretty good too. (For another funny bit about Halloween click here because Jerry Seinfeld is pretty brilliant.)

I somehow have managed to surround myself with people who LOVE Halloween (cue eye twitch.) Which happens to include my place of work. The CEO and his family love this month so every October its one month long celebration of the obnoxiousness that is Halloween.

It’s always hard to be the person who can’t get behind the Halloween vibe because you appear to be awkward or withdrawn from society. It’s not that I don’t think children are adorable in their costume. But it basically goes along the same lines of reasons I don’t play drinking games at parties anymore. I am adult. I don’t need a reason. It  also should be noted that I like particular things about Halloween. Specifically, I love carving pumpkins and fall related things like hot chocolate, and colorful leaves. It's really just this dressing up craze that I find to be the most hard to choke down.
   
Last year because of my work's love affair I half-ass participated in the Halloween costume affair and came simply as Minnie Mouse. I wore a dress I already had and ears I had picked up at Disney. Add a black nose and voila.  A suitable enough costume. It was pretty fun, I’ll admit. But I still grumble at the notion of Halloween.

However, this year in my attempt to modify my behavior and outlook one thought at a time (self-improvement goals 101), I decided to really get in on the action since my roommate has a birthday party every year that is Halloween themed that I cannot avoid. And it falls on the day that my work is celebrating their need to be a five-year-old all day. So… here goes nothing.

Tune in to see if I have assimilated into the Halloween culture.
“You are an adult, and you can dress up whenever you want to. You don't need permission anymore! If you wake up next Tuesday, and you feel like being Batman, go for it! And then you go to work, and your boss will look up and go "who are you," and you can say..."I am Batman. That's who I am, who are you?" – Lewis Black
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