When your family already seems like a cross between the Adams Family and Married With Children, you tend to be a little less concerned with Halloween masks or costumes. The eccentricity and weirdness percolates 365 days a year. A pretend vampire or pirate isn’t going to scare me a lick. I confront scarier sights all year long.
You can even learn to love the year round weirdness. The chica in the Elvira outfit will condescend toward any weirdos the rest of the year. The cowboy stud strutting around like John Wayne has never ridden a horse in his life. Oh, so we have to let them have this day to pretend. And imagination is a good thing. But why is imagination being relegated to a single day of the year. Is this some kind of institutional imagination purge.
Let’s keep the party going all year long. Let people’s imaginations run wild 24-7-365. If you need to dress like Frankenstein’s monster on Halloween, maybe you should be kinder to the tie dye clad hippie or drag queen in mid April or early July. Maybe not feel so superior to the person sporting a mohawk or pink hair in January.
Yes, have a good time. But learn a little kindness for the real eccentrics and the real creative people. The ones that don’t feel the need to relegate their freak flag to a single party each year.