i dragged my dad into a spirit halloween the other day, and as we’re walking out, he turns to me and says “i think i get it now. halloween is gay christmas”
he does get it
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it’s been over six months and this still haunts me every single day. every night as i’m trying to fall asleep. every time i proudly look over my collection as halloween themed decor and jewellery. every time i get frustrated with the three rooms in this house dedicated to christmas decoration storage.
(i’ve never read homestuck and don’t know what the fuck this is supposed to mean, but it scares me)
Allow me to explain my frustration. There are more bedrooms than people in this house, and yet my cousin sleeps on the living room couch. I sleep in a dining room. The bedrooms are all so full of Christmas decorations that we can’t use them. I think I’m allowed to resent Christmas decorations at this point.
Wasn't calling you unreasonable, just saying that most people wouldn't need to worry about it in the first place