My favorite holidays, in the exact order in which I like them are: Christmas, Halloween, my birthday (yes, its a holiday) and the 4th of July.
But, yes, Halloween is my second most favorite holiday and I DO have the apartment decorated and I try to add a little bit to my collection every year. When Jeff and I one day have a house, I intend to go all out and spook out the front yard.
As I sit here on the couch writing this right now, I am watching "America's Most Haunted Places" on the Travel Channel. Pretty freaky.
Although I do love Halloween, I'm not a fan of being scared.
I don't know if I believe in ghosts (Jeff does BTW) and I am not a fan of going to haunted houses or scary movies to get my adrenaline going.
Now, to counter that statement, I do believe that true evil does exist in the world. Being raised Catholic and meant to fear evil and the devil, I honestly do believe there is an evil that exists. To me, this can be seen through the actions of murders, rapists, terrorists etc.
The idea of these existing in the world truly do scare me.
But, like I said, I don't really believe in ghosts.
So I wonder, why the heck do I like Halloween so much?
A few of my "scary stories:"
I avoid haunted houses and scary movies like the plague. Jeff will occasionally rope me into watching a scary movie with him, in which case I will more than likely try to make myself fall asleep. He once rented Saw for us to watch and me, trying to impress him, bravely tried to watch it. I was absolutely horrified and terrified with what I saw (probably the effect they were going for) and as I stated above, made myself fall asleep. A few hours after the movie ended and Jeff himself had also fallen asleep I was deep into a dream that involved me being a victim of Saw. I was tied down in a room that was completely black except for where I was. Each limb was extended and tied down individually and I couldn't see where my hands or feet were because they extended into the darkness. My mouth was pried open by some tool and I could not close it and there was a string extending from the darkness into my open mouth. Huge black spiders were crawling down this string into my mouth.
Did I mention that weird and freaky dreams run in my family?!
I woke up from that dream screaming with my hands in my mouth as if I were trying to dig the spiders out and then flinging them at the wall. I put a dent in the wall and scared poor Jeff to death!!
He won't let me watch any of the Saw movies with him anymore.
I do think however, that Jeff enjoys the dreams I have after he's forced me to watch movies like Saw. I would hope he'd be concern about the vivid and awful dreams I have, but I don't really think thats the case.
We rented an Unsolved Mysteries: Serial Killers one night. I don't think I was as terrified as I was when we were watching Saw, but somehow I again fell asleep during this show (this seems to be continuing pattern). My mind began to play tricks on me and I soon found myself being chased by a blood covered serial killer. Obviously these dreams have terrified me so much that I still remember them- in fact I can recall bad dreams I've had all the way back to the fourth grade where I had a dream someone shot me in the head and I woke up screaming- my poor mother.
I always seem to get myself into trouble with scary stuff if I'm trying to impress someone.
A first date I had with someone in college was going to see The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. It was awful. Not the date in general, but having to sit through that movie and trying to be brave. I was sweating like a pig and thought I would seriously pass out! A word of advice- don't go to a scary movie on a first date.
Another date, with that same guy, was going to the corn maze outside of Missoula. The second you set foot into that corn maze a crazy guy is running at you with a chainsaw. Yeah, I about pushed my date at the chainsaw guy and ran right back out the entrance.
So, to get back on track, why do I like Halloween?
Well, for one thing, I love dressing up. The past two years have been downers in terms of dressing up. Last year there was no way I was going to go out and do anything because I started my job the next morning.
But, I always remember the anticipation and excitement of dressing up in your costume. I have a pretty good memory of all my costumes past: a bunny, a witch, a ballerina, a Hawaiian princess, a genie, Selena (from the Archie comics), a spanish senorita, a Minnesota Vikings fan, a cowgirl, a hobo, a nurse, a mile high captain and a firewoman. Pretty good huh!
I loved going out, shouting "Trick or Treat" and getting my reward of candy. I do believe I went trick or treating up until my senior year of high school and then insisted on taking my cousins out trick or treating when I went to Missoula for college.
I'm also a big advocate of pumpkin carving, my family always had a pumpkin carving night and I most certainly intend to have one again this year! We did one last year when my brother came into town. I carved a pirate pumpkin that was later smashed on the street. I was nearly heartbroken.
Although I am not a fan of being scared, I do love the spooky decorations that go up and this time of year.
So, looking over this slight ramble of a blog, I've come to a realization.
While most people SHOULD like Halloween because they enjoy the adrenaline rush of being scared and all of the "hauntings" that occur at this time of the year, I seem to enjoy Halloween for the material reasons. The costumes, the candy, the display of decorations.
For someone who avoids being scared like the plague, I have to say, in this sense, being materialistic isn't a bad thing. I'm contributing to the happiness of not only myself, but hopefully making someones Halloween a little richer and enjoyable.
Plus, you can't deny that the abundance of candy corn on the shelves in the grocery stores is THOROUGHLY enjoyable.