With today being "All Hallows Eve," It’s no surprise my mind has taken a stroll down the trail of the supernatural. I don’t care much for Halloween but I have found myself wearing a costume on a few occasions, mainly in the spirit of accommodation and participation. Looking back now, I wished I never swayed from my beliefs. But it’s kind of hard to deny Alex -- my baby brother loves all things Halloween and he loves it even more when I participate.
When I see the rows of frightening house decorations and the array of Halloween advertisements on television, I don’t feel a hint of the warm and fuzzies or “the spirit of Halloween,” as most people would call it. I’m only reminded of how our culture is willing to place a pink bow on any situation for monetary gains. I was watching the Halloween parade today and saw a man dressed as Muammar Gaddafi and all I could do was shake my head. And no, It's not a case of "it's too early for this," the man was a dictator who terrorized and killed thousands of innocents and to turn something as horrifying as that into a light-hearted affair is disgusting and a huge slap in the face for all those who perished under his control. But I’m not going to get into a long drawn out discussion about international affairs, society or immorality because I’m exhausted.
I’ve always felt uneasy on this particular day, after all it’s the day where spirits from the other side have been rumored to walk amongst the living. Today, I began to think about my loved ones who have passed on, not in a nostalgic way but in a “they’re going to haunt me until the portal of the underworld closes at midnight sort of way.”
This morning I high-tailed it out of bed because I was convinced someone was watching me while I slept. Throughout the day, I was constantly looking over my shoulder, trying to decipher every silhouette in my surroundings. I’m utterly fatigue from my paranoia. Thank goodness the day is almost over.