In a child's life, I feel like there are only really three holidays: Halloween, Christmas, and Easter. Maybe this is because each of these holidays involved the receipt of candy. And, boy, do I love chocolate. Even when I used to love Christmas, the other two holidays were easily out shined by Halloween (even if I got more gifts at Christmas). I loved dressing up in costume (and still do thanks to Renaissance festivals) and I've had an obsession with things like vampires, witches, werewolves, ghosts, and et cetera since I could remember. Maybe I watched Gremlins one too many times when I was little. Maybe INXS mutated my brains. For all I know, it was The Little Mermaid that twisted me so.
But there is one thing for certain, if my brother and I loved Halloween with a passion (and all related topics), my dad would become just as adamantly frustrated with it. Not that I blame him. I think just about anyone would eventually tire of hearing about vampires, blood, monsters, ghosts, and what not for half the year. Growing up, I think my Halloween spirit lasted for about nine months out of the year, beginning months before Halloween started and only ending when I was threatened by my dad.
But in recent years, I have stopped celebrating that most favored of holidays. Last year I didn't dress up at all because my family went to the beach for a pirate thing and I couldn't go. This year, my brother's wedding was two days before and I just didn't have time to make plans. I'm not sure what to do about this stagnation of my Halloween spirit. Maybe I need only perpetuate it throughout the year as I did as a child? Maybe, I already do. Maybe, by choosing to write about vampires and werewolves, mermaids, faeries, ghosts, and what not, I am keeping that spirit alive on a day to day basis.
Or maybe I just need to throw convention aside and dress in costume on a regular basis. Do you think anyone at the university would care if I dressed as a faerie?