Happy Halloween, everyone . . . I suppose. This year I’m going to be a crotchety old man. I have candy, but I’m going to keep it all to myself and my family. I may give some to a few neighborhood kids who will appreciate the gesture, but nothing for the rest of the self-entitled riff-raff.
The kids who come around my house year-in and year-out become increasingly ungrateful. Few say, “Trick-or-Treat.” Even fewer say, “Thank you”. Many of them feel entitled to pick what candy they get from the bowl and others feel the right to ask for more than they are given.
I no longer dress up for Halloween parties, the few that I go to that is. So many people are so narrow-minded and self-absorbed to the point that no matter who I dress as they do not know who I am supposed to be. ComicCon, now that’s a different story, but that’s another tale altogether for a different day.
This year I’m going to lock myself inside my home and eat a little candy, watch some classic horror films and work on my story.
Halloween used to be my favorite holiday. Not so much anymore.