Makes perfect sense.
Giftmas is almost like that for me. (Not to derail the topic, but we've been slowly crafting our own version of the Dec. 25 holiday, since we don't celebrate for religious reasons. I'm not to the point of it being just another day, but it doesn't resemble past holidays. I wouldn't bother with T-day except that my family likes to get together, but that's got a backstory that has nothing to do with time and age.)
Well.. I left a lot unsaid. Halloween used to be "my day", with my girlys.
Xmas is alright, 'cause it's like two days long. XmasEve, XmasDay, and the Xmas day afternoon-night. Theres plenty of time for everyone.
Halloween is, in total, about three hours long. For kiddos. If you don't hit that sweet-spot, it's just fucked.
In the years following my divorce, it got snaked off'a me, and the "other guy" took a big fat shit all over it, every fuckin year. It caused a lot of problems and my girls not knowing what was expected of them.
A number of those years, I spent lying on my shitty little bed, in my shitty little apartments, staring at the ceiling wishing I was dead.
Those, and one or two others, were the very tippy-top worst moments of my whole entire adult life.
So, I had to either rationalize them as "just another day", or let my evil loose and drink myself into a fucking coma, and do god-knows what in my blackout.
Now that a little time has passed, its not so raw. They're older and they go to girly parties, but I still feel a little resentment when I see all the stuff on peoples lawns. Even typing this, I find myself taking deep breaths and rolling my eyeballs a little bit, to prevent spillage.
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Before all that, it was fucking great. Hilarious parties. One time, I dressed as a "fucking scumbag". I had a Don Johnson sport coat, smeared a bunch of vaseline in my hair, and got a cheap cigar. My buddy was a chef. We went door to door, he talked like the Swedish Chef, and I talked like a Jersey Goon. If the homeowner was cool, I'd proudly proclaim when asked "I'm a fuckin Scumbag!" It got some laughs. It sounded a LOT like Tony Clifton, before I knew who Tony Clifton was.
That was the same year we pre-gamed at my first apartment and handed the little kids cans of vegetables for their treats. They had their choice of the veggies, or a huge Oscar I had in a big fishtank. After they were good and pissed, we'd give candy.
Yeah, I used to like Halloween.