Dracula Doesn't Rock and Roll

It's Halloween!!!! and I am too excited.

Something about this day of the year makes me the happiest girl in the whole entire world(oh yeah... the whole world). I often wonder when I will have to grow up and accept adulthood. Like big time responsibilities and decisions, but then I get a box full of candy from my mother and for an instant that all fades away and I get to enjoy being young, for however long I want to be.

Yesterday while I was putting up books at boring job, and thinking about Halloween, this image of masks popped in my head:

In true Dead like Me References, the only time the reapers true form were shown was during Halloween which made it very difficult for recently deceased George to walk around the town( would be a little awkward seeing someone you knew "Hey didn't you die last year"). An old myth, perhaps, among reapers said that on Halloween night, while people dress in costume and take on the personas different from their own, reapers have the displeasure of having their pre-reaper self shown. Or at least that's what Myths say.

Thinking about Halloween and the idea of costumes, I kind of wondered what the whole phenom is all about. What makes halloween terrific in all it's glory? Other than christmas, it is a holiday we spend the whole month celebrating(sorry Thanksgiving). Picking out a costume, throwing parties, playing dress-up for a night. But beyond that what is it allure. So maybe a very cool Ballerina costume would show how much of a dancer I wish I was, or a Tinkerbell dress telling the world how much of a beloved fairy I wish to be. And getting free candy is always a plus. But i think the real draw is that for one night we get be whoever we want to be, a day of make believe. But in all honesty if anyone is like me, they spend a lot more time during the year being someone they aren't. Wearing a mask to hide who they truly are. Today is like a day off for us mask wearing people.

So for this Halloween I have chosen to forgo wearing a mask, cause I wear one everyday. A strong facade to hide the fear, confidence that layers years of insecurity, and band-aids that don't fully cover old wounds. My mask has been glued to my face for a while.

For this Halloween what's just wrong with being me. That's the most complex costume of all.

So what's different about tonight? Except an excessive of candy in the system and cheesy horror movies, what makes this my favorite holiday. It's not like I can go treat or treating anymore(well until I become an aunt next year, then I will have excuse). Or that I get easily frightened by the things that go bump in the night. I guess it's because instead of wearing a costume of who I could never be, I've decided to take off the mask and be the me who hides all throughout the year.

It's actually been a pretty good day doing that. I wasn't so afraid of being seen, even if that feeling will only last for a day.

But next year I am totally going to be a butterfly like Ugly Betty . With beautiful wings and all.

Now who will trade a twix bar and packet of skittles for a reese's cup and starburst, this is my final offer, this has to last me at least till Christmas you know.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!