my early morning bus ride was greeted with lady vampires in gown, pocahontas carrying textbooks, masked adolescent gargoyles, witches of all colors: blonde, green, red and black, adults with colorful clown wigs, sexy white and black ladies, punks in goth outfits, and moms carrying their kids clothed as fairies, animals, and superheroes.
the halloween atmosphere on this side of the world somehow forced those people to wear costumes. for the first time, i felt like an outcast among the community of passengers in character. it was an almost magic-realism morning- people staging their usual acts sans their casual and formal wears.
so to keep my attention away from my costumed companions, i plugged in my zune’s earbuds and retreated on my personal space having the cary brothers, deathcab for cutie and up dharma down on the playlist. but lo and behold! the wild scream of a child in tantrums ruined the music in my personal bubble. the kid burst into tears and screams as he protested against his mother.
“why? don’t you like your costume? it’s perfect!” said the mother.
“no!!!!!!!” screams the child.
“but your piderman costume fits you very well.”
“but i don’t wanna be spiderman! waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
“see, everything fit right on you.” the mother replied ignoring her child’s wail.
“i dont wanna be spiderman!”
“ok, what do you want?”
“i want my own shirt and clothes. i want to be me.”
it then made me wonder if kids do really appreciate birthday and holiday parties thrown for them by their parents.