
“As any horror fan can echo, Halloween means pure happiness
to me. But precisely what it has represented in my life has definitely changed
over the years.
When I was a kid, Halloween was all about the big day itself. Going trick or treating on Halloween day was the big source of excitement, and what Halloween meant to me was primarily getting and consuming a shit ton of free candy. I don't think I referred to it as a "shit ton" back then, but rest assured, it was a shit ton.
As I got a bit older, in my early teenage years, Halloween became a sort of bonding experience with my dad. We'd go out to the Halloween shops and get a whole bunch of new decorations each year, which we'd put up together. Halloween became less about trick or treating and dressing up, and more about pimping the house out horror style, with big ass rubber demons and severed heads. I still have most of those decorations we bought together (well, he paid for them all!) in my basement, the stuff that made it through each passing year without someone jacking it from the front yard, that is. I also remember having a lot of fun scaring young trick or treaters, by putting on masks we had laying around the house and jumping out from behind bushes and such. Good old fashioned Halloween fun!
When I was a kid, Halloween was all about the big day itself. Going trick or treating on Halloween day was the big source of excitement, and what Halloween meant to me was primarily getting and consuming a shit ton of free candy. I don't think I referred to it as a "shit ton" back then, but rest assured, it was a shit ton.
As I got a bit older, in my early teenage years, Halloween became a sort of bonding experience with my dad. We'd go out to the Halloween shops and get a whole bunch of new decorations each year, which we'd put up together. Halloween became less about trick or treating and dressing up, and more about pimping the house out horror style, with big ass rubber demons and severed heads. I still have most of those decorations we bought together (well, he paid for them all!) in my basement, the stuff that made it through each passing year without someone jacking it from the front yard, that is. I also remember having a lot of fun scaring young trick or treaters, by putting on masks we had laying around the house and jumping out from behind bushes and such. Good old fashioned Halloween fun!

So what does Halloween mean to me, in the present day? It mostly means getting
to have all sorts of Halloween fun with my wife; pumpkin picking and carving,
eating roasted corn, watching more horror movies than usual, going to haunted
houses, drinking pumpkin beer, eating enough Monster Cereal to turn my shit
blue and pink, going out to parties and getting drunk in goofy costumes, and
just all around enjoying an entire month of everyone embracing the stuff that
we embrace all year round. I know a lot of horror fans get upset that suddenly
everyone seems to love horror movies and horrific things come October, and then
no more once October is over, but I personally delight in seeing that
widespread love.
Another real joy of the Halloween season for me nowadays is going out to stores
like Target and Walmart each week of October, pumpkin spice coffee in tow, and
discovering new food products and goodies to blog about it. It's like a
treasure hunt every time I go out there in the world, and I just love that.
Never am I more inspired to blog and never do I have more to blog about than I
do during the Halloween season. And since blogging is such an important part of
my life, that makes me real damn happy.
Happiness. That about sums it up. Halloween, not just the day of Halloween but the entire month of Halloween, makes me happy. Same as it did in my childhood, only in slightly different ways. That's what it's all about. As I sit here drinking a pumpkin beer, watching horror movies on TV and planning out what to dress up as this year, all feels incredibly right with the world.
So cheers to you, Halloween!”
Happiness. That about sums it up. Halloween, not just the day of Halloween but the entire month of Halloween, makes me happy. Same as it did in my childhood, only in slightly different ways. That's what it's all about. As I sit here drinking a pumpkin beer, watching horror movies on TV and planning out what to dress up as this year, all feels incredibly right with the world.
So cheers to you, Halloween!”
2 comments:
I want to bugger and tit-fuck Dolly Parton (as the bird was in 1964 when the bird was 18, not as the bird is now obviously).
Jervaise, everybody in the world wants to bugger and tit-fuck the 18 year-old version of Dolly Parton, THATS A GIVEN ! ! !.
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