I was reading through my old blogs the other day, and this one spoke to me a lot considering the season and some happenings this past week, so I thought since it was seasonally appropriate that I would share it again.
I love Halloween. I love the costumes, the decorations, the candy, the pumpkin patch, the trick-or-treating, and all the excitement that surrounds the holiday. But I don’t like the whole ‘scary’ thing. Yeah, I don’t do scary.
I do not go to haunted houses. They terrify me. I haven’t gone into one since I was a teenager – and even then, it was only under severe peer pressure and not wanting to be made fun of that I forced myself to step inside. I cannot watch scary movies either. When I do, I obsess about it for weeks. I’m scared to walk to my car at night for fear of the alien-monster hybrid that may be lurking in the dark. I don’t answer the phone late at night because I’m sure it’s some hundred year old curse that will tell me how many days I have left to live. Yes…
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