I love Halloween! I love the costumes, the excitement, the horror, and best of all the candy. I love the idea that for one night you can pretend to be anyone you want. You could be a superhero or a king. I think that is one of the best things in the world. Although Halloween loses its appeal as you get older. When you're little you get to go out with all your friends and get free candy. Now, most kids just get drunk at parties and use it as an excuse to wear slutty outfits. I, of course, am staying home, watching Halloween and eating a huge pile of recesses.
Blue,
I guess I never tried to pull off something truly scary. My family is really all about the funny costumes. We used to get competitive abut whose costume would make my dad laugh the hardest. My sister was a trash can one year. Not Oscar the Grouch. Just a trash can full of trash. And I was pretty much a one trick pony. The boy in a dress concept never got old (until it did, I guess I was in fourth grade and had this amazing flapper costume but then I looked in the mirror and felt this electric shock of mortification).
Now, I'll say I aim for the sweet spot of simplicity and badassery. I can't believe you're not dressing up. Don't you realize you're throwing away the perfect opportunity to be someone else for an evening?
Dissonantly yours,
-Jacques
He's right. I am throwing away the perfect time to be anyone I want to be. But that's just it, a one-time deal. Then you have to spend the other 364 days as yourself. That's the thing with Halloween it is a big trick. A chance to change who you are, but the catch is its only for one night.
Jacques,
Sorry to disappoint. I'm not opposed to dressing up, and you make a compelling case for it. I completely see the appeal of being someone else for the evening (or in general). Actually, I was a bit of a one trick pony myself when I was little. I was always a superhero. I guess I liked to imagine having this complicated secret identity. Maybe I still do. Maybe that's the whole point of these emails.
Anyway, I'm not dressing up this year because I'm not going out. My mom has some kind of work party, so I'm stuck at home on chocolate duty. I'm sure you understand that there's nothing sadder than a sixteen-year-old oy home alone on Halloween answering the door in full costume.
Your family sounds interesting. How did you talk your parents into buying your dresses? I bet you were an awesome flapper. Did your parents try to ruin all your costumes by making them weather appropriate? I remember throwing this ridiculous tantrum one year because THE GREEN LANTERN FOES NOT WEAR A TURTLENECK. Though, in retrospect, he actually kind of does. Sorry, mom!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy your day off from being Jacques. And I hope everyone likes your ninja costume (that has to be it, right? The perfect mix of simple and badass?).
-Blue
I wish I could spend Halloween with him. Even though I hate the whole teen gone wild thing, being with him would make it all worth it. The thought of him keeps me grounded, it makes every panic attack, every bad grade, every exam worth it. I have only been talking to "Jacques" for a few months now, but I can't imagine my life without him. All I want to do is sit on the couch with him, entrapped in his arms. Feel his warmth next to me. I can imagine it perfectly, a blank-faced figure cuddling me watching a horror movie. Or even someone holding my hand at a party. I don't care where we are, just as long as I'm with him. I want it so badly, more than I've ever wanted anything.
