Halloween: The annual occasion on which I'm forced to face the fact that I am ever increasingly a boring-ass adult. Even more boring-ass than some other adults I saw today.

Most holidays mean less to me now than they did ten years ago. However, I can justify my dispassion for most of these with logic. For Christmas, I'm not a Christian anymore. For Independence Day, I've become unnerved by all displays of nationalism. For Thanksgiving, a combination of white guilt and general distaste for colonialism has given the historicity of the day some negative connotation. Add a general distaste for barbarism, and I can cite Columbus Day for the same reasons.

This leaves Halloween. I never celebrated what it "stood for" in the first place. I get paychecks, so I can eat candy whenever the fuck I want. Though I probably shouldn't.

I attended a Halloween party on Saturday. Yes, it was fun. But the party primarily consisted of a concert by a friend's band and general hanging out with people I would usually be generally hanging out with anyway. Tonight, some friends and I will get together. But there won't be any Halloween festivities. We may watch a movie, but it won't likely be horror. Most of us don't care much for horror.

I nearly put together a costume today. It may have been more for the appearance of "being fun" than actually "being fun." But the thrift store I peeked into on Saturday didn't have any robes. The plan had been to don a robe (I've let my beard grow out some; it's not working out too well) and a sign that read "Anglo-Jesus."