If you were to celebrate a holiday, national or international, could you see yourself celebrating it throughout the year, if not several months of the year? Let’s be honest: would we want to eat a fancy feast of a full turkey and taters every day in the cold months? Or more like, would we care for all that cooking prep for an extended family dozens of times in one year?

How about gift buying for everyone you love, like, and tolerate? Damn peer pressure!

I’ll stop hypothetically hounding you…

Of the holidays, I take Halloween—not quite every day, but many months of the year—and celebrate it. 

I won’t be coy here: I am drawn to cemeteries for their solitude and quietude, their natural surroundings of flora and fauna, and free history lessons. (Free census data?) Whenever I catch sight of a birth and death date inscribed on a tombstone—ranging as recent as the 19th and 20th centuries—I find myself wondering what kind of lives they led. 

My consumption of the paranormal goes beyond strolling through graveyards. Staring at the TV screen because videos of paranormal activity play is a formidable nighttime activity, I find, chiefly when there is footage terrifying enough to make me turn away from the screen!

On top of such footage, I love listening to radio programs on coverage of supernatural mysteries or unsolved crimes. It doesn’t stop there; articles or blog posts on those subjects draw me in. 

I’ve such an obsession with the paranormal that in the two remaining months of the year, I almost need a detox from all the Christmas galore. I absorb true crime documentaries, and on New Year’s Eve, I close out the year by watching a horror flick. 

Additionally, my wardrobe consists of black, greys, whites, and, for color, navy blue, maroon, and purple. Skulls, ravens, blood, and more graphic designs make up for an otherwise plain wardrobe. Let me stop you before you label me as a goth or emo; I regretfully moved on from the goth stage, as the lifestyle stemmed from observing my own peers living that way. 

Digressing from this paranormal genre, I steep myself in horror in forms of what I write, music I listen to (there exists dark and haunting instrumental music), and artwork, whether done by myself or from centuries-old artists.

To conclude, I am not afraid of embracing darkness, for life consists of this, as well as light.