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Trick-or-treaters:
7pm - 1 boy
7:20pm - 2 boys
It looked like that was going to be it for the night, and that I missed out on giving away the Sir Hoots-A-Lot figurine that I had gotten at Kroger for that purpose, because it was cute and deeply discounted.
But then right around 9pm,
2 groups of 3 kids each, followed by a group of 5 kids.
Total: 14 kids
Dressing up when I go to work produces an uncomfortable conflict in me. A small part of me feeling awesome and wanting to be seen and admired, or simply to bring a smile to the people who see me, and a larger part of me wanting to go straight to my cubicle where I'm mostly out of sight, so that I can lose myself in work like everything is normal for the rest of the day until I can go home and breathe a sigh of relief at it being over.
I did get to speak to another person who had dressed up though, which was nice.
7pm - 1 boy
7:20pm - 2 boys
It looked like that was going to be it for the night, and that I missed out on giving away the Sir Hoots-A-Lot figurine that I had gotten at Kroger for that purpose, because it was cute and deeply discounted.
But then right around 9pm,
2 groups of 3 kids each, followed by a group of 5 kids.
Total: 14 kids
Dressing up when I go to work produces an uncomfortable conflict in me. A small part of me feeling awesome and wanting to be seen and admired, or simply to bring a smile to the people who see me, and a larger part of me wanting to go straight to my cubicle where I'm mostly out of sight, so that I can lose myself in work like everything is normal for the rest of the day until I can go home and breathe a sigh of relief at it being over.
I did get to speak to another person who had dressed up though, which was nice.
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Date: 2016-11-02 04:46 am (UTC)From:Also, your story of trick or treating in military neighborhoods reminds me of the biggest reason the whole ordeal each year might've scared me...I spent four of my earlier childhood years in an apartment complex that my mom refused to trick or treat in. I guess she thought our neighborhood was a bit lowbrow for her kids to knock on doors in (though for much of that time my sister was a baby so she didn't come with us; instead she'd be left with a neighbor who acted as a sitter while we were gone).
She'd take us to just a handful of nearby friends and acquaintances, then we'd jump in the car and drive to the next town over, to a neighborhood I guess she thought was a bit nicer (houses/cul de sacs) which still wigged me out, because in the dark I felt unfamiliar with the territory and knew no one answering the doors.
Maybe I've always had a sort of instinctively cautious personality; part of that might've been being sensitive to my mom's own reactions to other people and various situations. I think I tend to absorb the feelings of people closer to me like a sponge, then not even realize it until something forces me to confront that fact.