Once I got past a certain age, Halloween supplanted Christmas as my favorite holiday of the year. This was years ago, and it wasn’t because of the candy. I liked the monsters, the costumes, the old horror movies and novels, the smell of autumn, the whole thing.
Then it seemed that everyone else joined in and shit all over it. Horror movies and novels turned all gory, costumes became things adults wore to bars, and everyone else started to get into the spirit.
And the zombies. God, I can’t stand the disgusting zombies.
What had been a time when an introvert could enjoy a feeling of solitude as things became chillier and the world around us slowly died, when you could watch a spooky movie or delight the neighborhood kids by dressing up and scaring them, well, it just started to feel crowded.
I’m sorry to say that I’ve lost my enthusiasm for it.