There’s something psychologically very healthy about children [and adults] pretending to be something they are not and knowing that they are doing it. And then they can stop because they remember it’s pretend. Not being defined by the identities we wear, that’s magic.
To become the thing you are afraid of, even for a little while, takes away its power.
I really think Jung was on to something. When I google “Halloween and identity”, I get all this reactionary right-wing religion about glorifying Satan, evil and horror. Well, I think those folks are afraid of their own darkness.
Actually, people who tell me how loving they are and how spiritually evolved they are set off my alarms and I start looking for the knife they’re about to plunge in my back. It’s not necessary to tell me you’re a good person; let me judge that for myself.
So my Halloween wish for you is to live dangerously: Visit the neighbors. Eat some sugar. Stay up late. Get a cat. Even outlaws like cats.
A princess gave me this cat.