"Being bad feels pretty good, huh?" -- John Bender (Judd Nelson), The Breakfast Club
Halloween brings out the worst in people. And we love it.
We relish the opportunity to wear the bad or unsavory parts of our selves on the outside for once, rather than keeping them pinned down in the solitary confinement chambers of our conscience.
At Halloween, males dress up like horror movie killers, or deformed mutants, or women, or Joe the Plumber. Males get to be someone frightening or famous, or they get to wear women's clothes without having to give up their NRA card and NASCAR fan gear. Well-behaved females get to dress like sluts from a porn movie. Slutty women get to dress like the sluts they are, which is to say they get to look just like the well-behaved females who, for one day, seem to be jealous of their naturally slutty gifts.
The day gives us that one precious chance to celebrate our darker dreams, to display the demons we keep in check so well for those other 364 days.
Before I was married, I had five serious relationships. Two of them ended in the aftermath of Halloween. Believe me when I say it wasn't coincidence. The worst parts of both people emerged to battle on a metaphorical playground, challenging the other: Can you handle this part of me? Here's your warning. Leave now, and don't look back!
The tragic part is how much we love our dark sides. Most of us talk a good game about how we want to walk that straight and narrow path and do the right things, but very few of us can escape this life without finding a few small paths off that dusty trail, escapes from a very long path with very few curves, bends, or changes of scenery.
The human part is how ineffectual our goodness is without our badness. As my buddy Mark so loves to point out, even Superman enjoyed his Red Kryptonite every once in a while. [Translation for those who don't know comic book lore: Red Kryptonite never has the same effect on Superman, but the effect is always something counter to his nature as the supreme savior of American innocence. Generally it turned Superman into something of a self-centered prick who cared mostly for himself. Superman feared Red Kryptonite mostly because, when exposed to it, he had the time of his life and never wanted it taken from him.]
Without Red Kryptonite, Clark Kent is probably still a virgin. 'Nuff said.
But back to the point. We carry these bad parts around because they tend to be inextricably tied to our good ones. Yin, meet Yang, so to speak. Or to put it another way, who hasn't watched Dexter and found themselves fighting not to enjoy it?
Maybe we do ourselves wrong by celebrating the bad side only one day out of the year. Maybe we should dedicate a whole month. Maybe we should call October "The Dark Month" and allow ourselves a little bit more lenience.
It's probably wrong that I teach Sunday School.
Billy's 2008 Ghoulies + Ghosties Mix
- Peek-a-Boo - Devo
- Scared, Are You? - Better Than Ezra
- Superman's Dead - Our Lady Peace
- Black Moon Creeping - The Black Crowes
- Dim and the Dark - Jump
- Angels or Devils - Dishwalla
- Wave of Mutilation - Pixies
- Strange - R.E.M.
- Evil - Interpol
- Vampire - The Blakes
- The Beast in Me - Johnny Cash
- Graveyard Girl - M83
- Don't Come the Cowboy With Me, Sonny Jim - Kelly Willis
- Good Monsters - Jars of Clay
- The Frog Prince - Keane
- Cry in the Dark - Juliana Hatfield
- The Devil Never Sleeps - Iron + Wine
- All You Zombies - Hooters
- The Pretender - Foo Fighters
- Sin Wagon - Dixie Chicks
- The Best Deceptions - Dashboard Confessional
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