Ah October, a wonderful month when the leaves are in their prime transition from green to red, yellow or orange. When the air is cool in the morning and just warm enough in the afternoon. It is the time when you can wear that cute argyle sweater and not feel self-conscious that you might be trying a little too hard to look nice. The month of October is a wonderful month, except for one thing: Halloween.

For one, there is so much drama in finding a costume. Do you team up with your friends to pull of Scooby and the Gang just to find Fred is dressed as Colonel Mustard with his clue friends? Or do you pull a solo costume and have to explain to everyone you are Maverick from "Top Gun," not Goose. Plus, with the way our society works, we have to argue with ourselves about whether we can pull of the sexy fireman outfit or if my belly might be better painted silver with "Keg" written on it. Finally, the greatest offenders of the costume debacle are the couples that match their costumes. I mean come on! I knew you were a couple before Halloween, you don't need to justify it by showing up as salt and pepper shakers.

Second, why on earth are the Christmas decorations out next to the Halloween ones. The eye sore of having both terrible decorations next to each other at once makes me cringe in the worst way. Additionally, why has Christmas become the invasive moss of holidays. Leave November's and October's holidays alone Christmas, go back to December where you belong. Halloween and Thanksgiving have their own issues and Christmas doesn't need to encroach upon them.

Finally the worst part of Halloween is how far from an actual holiday we have let it become in America. Does anyone actually even know why we celebrate Halloween? And it's not the same reason people celebrate Dia De Los Muertos. Halloween, in pagan tradition, celebrated the day that magic was the most potent in the world and the spirits could contact the physical world. In Christian tradition, Halloween was the celebration of the evening before All Saints Day. It wasn't until the 1900s that things became commercialized and we lost all connection to the meaning of the holiday.

But I guess it is fitting I dress as Scrooge every year for Halloween and eat all the chocolate coins meant for children while watching movies and crying into my pumpkin spice latte. But hey, I'm not perfect, nor is Halloween and maybe I should give it some slack. It does bring strangers together and that isn't a bad thing. So happy trick-or-treating, ba humbug.