Happy Halloween! This is the day when the ghosts, ghouls and creatures of the night supposedly come out and play. Well not really, it's all made up isn't it? But recently i've been experiencing some really strange occurrences. By this I mean that i've been extra weird and more paranoid than I normally am. Take a few weeks ago for example, I was walking down the street, minding my own business when I can hear someone behind me. Now this person was really close to me and naturally I immediately think "Oh crap i'm going to be taken". Why someone would kidnap me, I have no idea, but this was my first thought. So I start walking faster, practically power walking down the street. Must have looked like an absolute moron but in desperate measures...
So here I am, power walking and looking left and right like i'm a fugitive in a bad action movie. Then the person who was falling comes walking next to me and so I whip round and shriek in their face in fear. Turns out my paranoia makes me crazy because I had just shrieked in the face of a woman who was about 5 inches shorter than me and was clearly harmless. She looked and me like I was crazy which was understandable. I would look at me like I was crazy. Turns out this poor innocent woman was just trying to pass me on the street, not attack me. I apologised while she continued to look at me like I was a runaway from the insane asylum and so I power walked out it of there as fast as I could.
This is just the first of many strange and paranoia inducing occurrences that have occurred in the past few weeks. I mean just this week alone a crow flew into my bedroom window. Then flew away perfectly fine. Here's my question: aren't crows meant to represent bad luck? And every morning, even though it was raining and there was a storm (St Jude) I hear crows at the crack of dawn. Hitchcock had it right, Birds should be feared. Waking me up. Taunting me with their haunting caws. Okay i'm being dramatic but I really wanted to get that sentence in somewhere. Sound very Halloween-y, like something out of a Poe poem. So yes, I'm a crazy, paranoid woman who is being tormented by crows. Of course my only possible explanation is to blame Halloween. It's the obvious assumption.
I actually love Halloween, although I was never allowed to go trick or treating or dress up because my mum always said it was an American tradition, not British. My first year of uni was the first time I actually dressed up for anything, yet alone Halloween and honestly? I loved it! What I love the most is that people can be whoever or whatever the hell they want with no one saying anything about it. Plus the atmosphere is great, all spooky and fun and alive.
So this year, i'm not in uni anymore but for the first ever time, i'm going trick or treating! Yes yes I can practically hear people saying "but you're too old". First, 21 is not too old. Second i'm actually taking my six year old cousin trick or treating. So while technically it's not for me, i'm still dressing up. Because I can. And because once in a while, I think it's nice to be whoever you want just for fun. So it doesn't matter how old you are, it's never old enough for Halloween. So go and have fun, which is what intend to do. Just don't think someone's following you when they're not and shriek at them. And stay away from crows. Scary birds.
So here I am, power walking and looking left and right like i'm a fugitive in a bad action movie. Then the person who was falling comes walking next to me and so I whip round and shriek in their face in fear. Turns out my paranoia makes me crazy because I had just shrieked in the face of a woman who was about 5 inches shorter than me and was clearly harmless. She looked and me like I was crazy which was understandable. I would look at me like I was crazy. Turns out this poor innocent woman was just trying to pass me on the street, not attack me. I apologised while she continued to look at me like I was a runaway from the insane asylum and so I power walked out it of there as fast as I could.
This is just the first of many strange and paranoia inducing occurrences that have occurred in the past few weeks. I mean just this week alone a crow flew into my bedroom window. Then flew away perfectly fine. Here's my question: aren't crows meant to represent bad luck? And every morning, even though it was raining and there was a storm (St Jude) I hear crows at the crack of dawn. Hitchcock had it right, Birds should be feared. Waking me up. Taunting me with their haunting caws. Okay i'm being dramatic but I really wanted to get that sentence in somewhere. Sound very Halloween-y, like something out of a Poe poem. So yes, I'm a crazy, paranoid woman who is being tormented by crows. Of course my only possible explanation is to blame Halloween. It's the obvious assumption.
I actually love Halloween, although I was never allowed to go trick or treating or dress up because my mum always said it was an American tradition, not British. My first year of uni was the first time I actually dressed up for anything, yet alone Halloween and honestly? I loved it! What I love the most is that people can be whoever or whatever the hell they want with no one saying anything about it. Plus the atmosphere is great, all spooky and fun and alive.
So this year, i'm not in uni anymore but for the first ever time, i'm going trick or treating! Yes yes I can practically hear people saying "but you're too old". First, 21 is not too old. Second i'm actually taking my six year old cousin trick or treating. So while technically it's not for me, i'm still dressing up. Because I can. And because once in a while, I think it's nice to be whoever you want just for fun. So it doesn't matter how old you are, it's never old enough for Halloween. So go and have fun, which is what intend to do. Just don't think someone's following you when they're not and shriek at them. And stay away from crows. Scary birds.