Something strange takes over my brain around this time of year. My evil alter-ego takes over, and suddenly I discover that I have covered my front porch in gigantic furry black spiders, more cobwebs than any one person needs, evil disembodied heads, and ghosts, ghouls, and tombstones.
For much of my life I have been deathly afraid of masks. I don't really know why, but every year when all the masks come out at the stores I am immobilized. Yet there is something about covering the house in everything "haunted house" related. I can't be stopped, I keep buying more, and I fear my next move might be something like a zombie on my porch roof.
It doesn't help that no one else on my block decorates. I don't exactly feel the need to make up for their lack of decor, it's more like I feel driven to irritate the crap out of them. Sorry. I do the same thing at Christmas, but I don't put all the weird giant inflatable reindeer and teddy bears out like someone I know. But Halloween particularly elicits this response from me, and I just can't figure it out. Why on earth I would be so fascinated with spiders (of which I am also deathly afraid, thank you very much) and severed heads and the like is beyond me.
It also doesn't help that with every group that comes near our house I hear murmurs of "ooh, look at that" or "wow those pumpkins are amazing". When someone like me gets encouragement like that from people she doesn't even know, well it just exacerbates the situation.
So, pardon me for luring miniature future politicians in costumes onto the three hundred block. Believe me, it's a giant pain in the ass for me too. But oh, how I adore bringing out all the holiday accoutrement. I don't even mind having to find places to store it all. If I have made one person's bad day turn around due to my mummies, vampires, witches, pumpkins, spiders, and ghosts, then I have done my job. Happy Halloween, all, and stay safe.
p.s. enjoy the barrage of horror movies that are on this week!!
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