For a long time, I didn't get Halloween at all. We didn't have Halloween when I was growing up. I mean, we did, but it was different than what we see now, I guess. It wasn't as big. Or maybe I just didn't pay much attention to it. And then after I diI became I died, it mattered even less. A lot of things mattered less then. I used to watch kids get dressed up in costumes and go trick or treating, and trade candy with each other, and I'd watch them and try to get their attention, but no one ever saw me, so it just was one more thing that I hated.
I didn't get why everyone always wanted to dress up as something else, just for one night, to pretend to be someone else, to be special. And it's stupid, looking back, because I was just like that. I wanted to be anyone besides who I was and I pretended like it didn't hurt to be invisible or for people to pass me off like some sort of joke or to never belong anywhere, but I would've done anything to just be someone else. To fit in like everyone else.
So I get it now. And maybe it's not a snowstorm, but if it's fun... Well, that's kind of right up my alley.
I can't promise there won't be snow that night, though. Just fyi. Or maybe I'll wait for November. I mean, maybe the snow will wait. Right.