I'm one of those weird people who get excited about random, man-made holidays, like Christmas, Easter, Valentine's Day, and Halloween. (Labor Day, not so much.) I suppose I don't need to defend my love for Christmas at this point anymore. At Easters, we have epic chocolate egg hunts, which seem to get more and more ridiculous every year. Valentine's Day is not as special, but my partner and I do go to a specific restaurant for dinner, and I also make a point of finding the most outlandish little Valentine's gifts for him (like money clips and gift cards to a shooting range).
But those occasions aren't relevant right now. Today is October 31st, meaning Halloween, All Hallow's Eve, celebration of the dead.
Although I don't really celebrate the dead. I plan on covering our home in spiderwebs and dressing up as a bat.
In 2018, I wrote a post about Halloween, and how you could (or should? I don't recall) dress up not as something spooky, but as your ideal self.
Then, in 2022, I dressed up as a pumpkin. It was quite ironic.
And finally last year, in 2023, I wondered if I should dress up as something even scarier - the old me. (Right - because I'm the new me now! I forgot!)
But this year, I won't be my ideal self, nor a pumpkin, nor my old self. This year, I'll definitely be a bat, perhaps even a sexy bat.
So apparently the new me doesn't care about ideal selves or old selves and prefers to have fun on Halloween, which is something the new me would definitely do instead of overanalyzing the psychological meaning of a random holiday.
Is this the ultimate level of personal development - not caring that much?
Is the attempt to find psychological significance in every little thing a form of neuroticism, a form that I've finally gotten over?
Or maybe I've progressed over petty subjects like this, leaving them on their own level while moving on to more complex topics of discussion?
RK out (to dress up as a sexy bat).
