Halloween

Today is Halloween and I spent about a month hoping to get a group of friends together for costumes and good conversation only to once again let myself down. In a way its the thought that counts, or at least I tell myself that while I think about how I’m a little too old for dressing up. But then I think if I lived in England I’d have fancy dress parties all the time, and really my social planning skills just don’t cut it. To be honest its not just about time with friends. Holidays are supposed to be about noble things like that: family, friends, time spent together. But for me Halloween is about finding bits of scrap cloth to put together a fun elaborate something. Not participating is really disappointing because I don’t do those creative things that I’d like to, and I don’t feel like I indulge myself enough. At the very least, a negative thing I realize about myself is a small step towards changing it, maybe.