This weekend has been my least favourite weekend of the year. The reason? I really don’t like Halloween. I went home for the weekend and thought I’d by and large missed it but no, my flatmates are holding a Halloween party tonight. This makes me want to hide away in my room, and more than likely that’s what I’ll do.
There is an assumption that because I like watching and reading things that feature the supernatural I must love Halloween. Well we all know what they say assuming, don’t we.
Masks are a big part of my problem with Halloween. I find them utterly terrifying to the point where I can feel myself getting more and more panic ridden if I see people wearing them in my vicinity. This isn’t just a Halloween thing either, I find cosplayers at conventions who are dressed as e.g. Klingons, Stormtroopers or the Alien from the Alien movies really scary and will spend all of my time watching over my shoulder to make sure I’m keeping a good distance away from them.
I’m also not fond of Halloween games, something which will be a big feature of tonight’s party. I find it hard to deliberately make myself look silly. I find it particularly hard with people I don’t know, and sharing a flat for a handful of weeks definitely doesn’t mean I know anyone.
So tonight I shall leave them to it and be glad that tomorrow it’ll finally be over for another year.