The saving grace of my Halloween was this man.
I have a problem with Halloween. It used to be one of my favorite holidays to celebrate...I mean who doesn't love candy and dressing up? Weirdos, that's who.
However, at some point in your life, the innocence of Halloween is lost. It's not about being scary and creative anymore. Girls just use it as an excuse to be bigger whores than they are on a normal weeknight at a club. Because as we all know, bumblebees wear tiny dresses and have the best cleavage. Guys then get to sit back and enjoy.
Plus, there is a certain obsession with getting "fucked up" that I just cannot understand. If you build up your expectations for this one night to such a fervor, why would you then wish to drink yourself to the point of blackout? Don't you want to remember this night that you've been anticipating for so long?
I've lost all hope in my generation.
Then, there's the trick or treating. I'm pretty sure when I was around 10, we left the house to trick or treat around 7pm and didn't come home until 11pm. Even better, we got real candy bars. I feel like a wanna-be old lady talking about it this way, but things have changed so drastically in 10 years. People just don't have that spirit anymore.
I rant because this is quite possibly one the worst Halloweens I've spent. It was terrible for, oh so many reasons and I'm just over everything right now.
It also made me realize how badly I need to get out of this place. People are terrible and I miss San Francisco. It just never appealed more than now, when I realized that the rest of this damn state is full of assholes. I'm done bitching now and I apologize for my lapse in good humor lately.
"Let's just make this part go faster."
Love love love<3