Heroes

The costume selling scene is an ugly one. Especially when people don't get to be what they wanted to be. They do get annoyed. Irritated. Angry. Psychotic.

Apparently most people's lives and those of their children are so fragile that if they can't be Harry Potter or Hermione Granger on October 31st life is not worth living anymore.

Step aside, God and Jesus and Allah. There's a new savior in town. And here I thought religion was such a pervasive attribute in the dysfunction of America when all the while I should've been blaming, well, people. For being idiots.

It's kinda fascinating and almost cultish when you think about it. Anyone, could buy any costume and pretend to be whatever any day of the year. But few actually do. Except when Halloween rolls around. Then all of a sudden everyone has to be someone else. Way to think for yourself America.

Kind of a neat insight into the foundation of all cults/religions. Everyone else is doing it, so I have to. Buy! Buy! Ship!

Where my fucking costume already?

I'm Batman Goddamn it! I paid for the cape. Send it to me! Send it to me before the sixth beer makes those tights too difficult to negotiate.

There are heroes everywhere. But no one notices. The real heroes are the ones who keep skintight costumes out of the reach of the average middle aged American man. The real heroes are the people that don't let fat, balding Harry Potters show up at our Halloween parties.