I don’t like Halloween. I think it’s gay. And I’m not talking about what I imagine is the “adult” version of it. People party and drink all year round, dressing up doesn’t really change anything. I mainly have a problem with going to your neighbors — that you ignore for the rest of the year — and demand candy from them.
As a kid, I never liked going to different households to ask for sweets. It felt wrong. It felt like begging. Of course, I didn’t do it that often. But I’m not sure why I did it at all. It could’ve been because of peer pressure. Or greed. Or both. Thankfully, those days are far behind me.
Now, as an adult, all I have to worry about is if someone comes to my door. Luckily, my doorbell has not rung yet. Or at least I haven’t heard it. However, at the end of every October, I fear — just a tiny bit — that I have to deal with the little monsters.
So, I don’t like Halloween. Although, I don’t hate it. And I do think the celebration has improved since the time of the Celts. However, I still think it’s a bit weird. But if people want to celebrate it, I don’t care. Just leave me out of it. And keep those spooky, scary skeletons away from me.