24494.) I feel like a weird person. I don't think about the same things that the rest of the girls of my age are thinking.I don't have the same interests, hobbies and kind of music. My concepts of "friend" and "boyfriend" aren't the same concepts that the rest of the teenagers have... maybe I'm really different, but I look like a weird person, and at the same time I think I'm mature for my age.Maybe that's the reason why I'm different?
To people who worship the Halloween holiday, STOP READING NOW. I’m not writing this to offend anyone, or ruin their childhood. :)
Sorry. My perspective on Halloween took a 180 today. I was totally cool with Halloween in the afternoon, right. We were even going to buy a light up pumpkin to decorate our hardly-festive house with, but we didn’t because that’s how frugal my fam is. Then, we move on to Wal-Mart and go to the candy aisle.
Well, folks. I was surprised. We bought 10 bags of candy today, not including the hoards of Skittles we bought earlier this week, and all of it totaled to 40 dollars. $ 40?!?! Yes. I was pissed. We spend 40 freaking dollars on this totally irrelevant “holiday”, when we hardly even spent that much to celebrate my dear mother’s birthday (which was today).
We are not a rich family, though it might seem like it. We live in this nice, cookie-cutter suburban neighborhood surrounded by absolute -ahem, excuse me- ghetto. The kiddies come over to our side of the block ‘cause our houses look rich. Well, we saved up a whole boatload of money to enjoy this house, but that doesn’t mean we’re rich. Spending $40 dollars on candy for these kids, who make this horrid face when I only give them one piece of candy - I don’t see the worth in it. Then I see all these adults, most likely poor according to their clothing - having to spend as much money as us for this holiday. I was depressed. I know what you are thinking: Why do even buy candy? Why don’t you just turn off the lights and pretend no one’s home. Answer: We did that a long time ago, and it resulted in egg splattered all over our door. Egg is hard to clean.
I don’t know. It might be me. I wasn’t the little girl to go trick-or-treating when I was younger, because of my protective parents. I was the one distributing the candy, and still am today. I never had the fun of dressing up and getting free candy, maybe this is where my disgust stems from. Maybe I am sour and jealous.
Okay, I know what you are thinking: What about the little cute kiddies who dress up as Spider-man and Snow White? THINK ABOUT THE KIDDIES! Yes, I know. That’s probably the only good thing about Halloween - the little toddlers’s bright eyes as I give them candy, that will probably make them gain weight and rot their teeth. Oops, I did it again, my negativity stinks!
I’m not bashing on the pure, innocent happiness of children, here. I’m just scoffing at how absurd it all is. It’s a total commercial holiday, with no real purpose. The candy companies and all those other companies make a whole lotta money our of these kinds of holidays. The commercial of it all scares me. The future of this world scares me.
Okay, I’m done ranting. Sorry if you disagree, I might be wrong. My perspective might change tomorrow as I distribute candy to a kid, smiling and happy from being high off the thrill of the cold Halloween air and Skittles.
23692.) When my friends tell me that they don't think they're pretty or they think they'll never get a boyfriend; I want to smack them, literally. We're young, these are the best years of our life. We be enjoying them with people who make us happy and not worrying about getting boyfriends or what other people think of us. The only thing I want is for my friends to be happy and know that they mean to world to me.