Ah, Halloween.
Um. My favorite holiday. Hands down. Which is funny,
because, my entire life, I have phoned in my costumes. Yuh. I don’t think I’ve
ever put too much thought into what I was going to wear for Halloween. But I
love me some Halloween because it’s all about pranks, and candy, and partying,
and shenanigans.
I think my foreign friends overthink Halloween, but I am
going to try very hard not to judge or mock. But, I mean, seriously. The whole
entire point of Halloween is, like, not bein’ too uptight. (Fake frenemy smile)
Love you…
But anywho. Halloween. This is Wylie’s… 4th
Halloween? Right? In 2009, he was a dragon. He was 9 months old and walking. In
2010… he was a…skeleton. It was an ill fitting costume. 2011 he was Buzz
Lightyear, and he was friggen adorable, and very happy to be Buzz. So this was
the 4th Halloween, and this year, he was a zombie ninja.
YEAH. Ha, ha. A ZOMBIE NINJA. With a bloody ninja star
protruding out of his head. YEAH! I know, like, gee, do I want a cookie or
something for bein’ edgy?
Uh, yeah. Cuz, wtf. Cuz costume taboos are kinda lame, and
people get serious about them. I think there is a pretty good reason to reject
slutty, sexual costumes for prepubescents. Other than that, um, I think you’re
overthinking Halloween again.
Um. And I feel the need to express an unpopular opinion here
about manners and respectful conduct. Um. While I have learned a LOT in my
adult life about the value of politeness, and social reciprocity, and the like,
I still think there is something inherently wrongheaded about prioritizing Not
Making Transgressions over Forgiving Transgressions, social or otherwise, but
we will stick to social ones in this context. I believe people often put a HUGE
burden on others not to BOTHER them, when, really, it goes AGAINST the value of
cooperation, the value of compromise, and the value of, you know, learning to
be an adult, and dealing with inconveniences.
And I mean that in general, but yeah, the topic of Halloween
got me thinkin’ about it. I just cannot imagine the value of being upset about an
underdressed child on your doorstep on Halloween. Really. I really don’t see
the slight.
And, you know, this gets me thinking about the whoooole argument
that, “We all need to be a little more compassionate when it comes to rude
little assholes, because they may just have a disability.” I think this is an
awesome thing to point out, and all, but at what point do we say, “Um, have
more compassion. Period.”?? At what point do we say that part of being out in
public and being part of society is accepting that people may behave in a way
we personally find distasteful, or even downright wrong? At what point do we
say that waiting around for people to behave the way YOU personally see fit is
far more imposing than exposing someone to behavior they may find distasteful-
just by being in close proximity to them??
I could go on and on. Believe it or not, I’ve barely set the
soapbox down, much less climbed up on top of it, yet. But I didn’t even really
mean to go there, honestly, and it’s a little ironic to get, like, seriously
outraged because other people get outraged too much, so. I gotta lose the
passion, and the train of thought, for now. Much love!
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