The webs we weave

I've posted about this song on Sassafrass before, but the words just keep rolling around in my head today, especially this verse:
Please, remember me
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came
I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world
And then returned
And now you're lit up by the city
How many times have you been there -- fully invested and engaged in something silly only to wake up worried that it might not have been so wise after all? I've been there. Hell, I may be there tomorrow morning.
As I sit here in my crazy spider stockings and heels way too high for a Saturday afternoon before I put on the Princess Leia wig and turquoise eyeliner, I am wondering why it is that we both are drawn to and rue the costumery of Halloween so much. I am trying -- trying, trying -- to live more fully in the present, and today I think that could mean a little more self-mockery and possibly more fun than I have on Halloweens past.
What would you do this All Hallows Eve if you weren't worried that it would seem silly tomorrow?
(Why yes, that is my tool box in the background. Just because a grrrl likes patent leather peep toes, she is not discluded from also loving power tools and levelers.)
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