Halloween is healthy

This morning, the Halloween stores were jam-packed with customers. I walked into one of the stores on Hollywood Boulevard. They are the best. You can buy and be anything you want. A dollar bill. A country. Or less “abstract”: Walter White or Jesus Christ. Behind the counter there was Jesus Christ, with a crown of thorns. He worked in the contact lenses department (in case you want to wear zombie eyes) his hair had the perfect Jesus length and his T-Shirt showed a gin bottle. But I got lost in the wig department and studied several styles of Marie Antoinette wigs. Since I’ve seen the movie,  I had a burning wish to wear this high, white hair with a sailing boat on top. I could not sleep for month, thinking about the dresses she wore, the dances she danced. I even had guillotine nightmares and macaron binges. This morning was my chance, a revelation. I tried on the wig with the highest hair and it was so heavy, I loved the weight on my head. It was sexy. Even a gay guy with a Miley Cyrus outfit (THAT one from the MTV awards) had to stop and sigh, before he got carried away with his Mileyness. Halloween is good. It brings people together, they walk around in front of each other, showing each other their dreams, their desires, that they won’t even tell their therapists. Grown up men turn into obsessed children, when they see a Walter White outfit in the corner. Women (like me) lose their cool, when they could be the queen of France. All boundaries are out of the window. I ended up buying a black mask with black feathers. I am sure Marie A. would have loved it.