Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe I've turned into an enormous weather wuss since leaving the Midwest. But I don't remember the Halloween-times of my youth being this ass-cold. I don't even remember Halloween-time last year being this cold. I remember a gentle mist that snuck up on you. I remember eating Quorn-and-Muenster sandwiches with Amanda and not having a desk. But I don't remember bone-chilling wind and rain.
A bag of cheap candy that other people picked out doesn't seem so special or desirable now that I can go to the store and get candy whenever I want. I look at these kids and I think that if I were one of them, I'd be saying, "You want me to go door-to-door in this shit? Fuck that, I'm going home and ordering in pad Thai." And of course, that's not at all what I would've said when I was their age.
"When I was their age." *sigh*
We don't think that we change, but we do. I don't want to go door-to-door for candy, I tell people that something is "great" when what I mean is that it's tolerable, I can get all the way through The Fountainhead without having to stop out of disgust with how morally bankrupt most of the characters are. I'm a big kid now!