I have never enjoyed this holiday, not even when I dressed up as a Puritan in the fourth grade. Especially not then. You want to know how much I hate Halloween? I wasn’t going to dress my 11-month-old daughter up as anything, much to the disappointment of the many friends who texted/emailed to ask what her costume was. But a week ago her daycare announced that they were having a Halloween party tomorrow, so I caved. (Friends, the answer is Winnie the Pooh.)
It’s not that I don’t love looking at your costumes or hearing your very detailed plans about your outfits, nor do I think these activities are silly or dumb. (Okay, maybe I do a little.) It’s just that I derive absolutely no pleasure from doing such things. And no, I will not deprive my daughter of this celebrating Halloween to the fullest when she’s old enough to get it because 1.) I am not a terrible person and 2.) anything I get to do with my daughter brings me immense joy, regardless of what it is. So I shall hold my Halloween hatred inside and store it next to my loathing for Muppet nostalgia and So You Think You Can Dance, two other things I just don’t get.
I’m curious if I am alone on this, because judging from every photo on Facebook/Tumblr/Twitter/Flickr/Instagram/Friendster, I am alone on this. And that’s fine. But maybe there are some other Halloween haters hiding in the spooky shadows out there. People who don’t enjoy wearing costumes, unite! I’ll be over here in the corner gorging on candy corn waiting for you.