Halloween: A personal perspective on celebrating
For Halloween this year, I'm going as Faramir.
So, let me address three things really quickly. One, if you don't know who Faramir is, Google him (but not for pictures, trust me on this, there are some freaky people out there). Two, my costume is not all that accurate (due to being a broke college student); so don't judge me. Three, you should all convert to David Wenham fans (Google, just Google).
Anyway, this year is going to be my first really big attempt at dressing as an actual character. All the years previously, I had just been something generic, like a witch or a pirate. I think this year is different because, in a sense, this is my last hurrah.
I've always been obsessed with The Lord of the Rings, and Faramir is my favorite character (seriously, Google him). As this is my last year of college, I figured it was the time to go with it. This is my last year that I'll have the freedom to do what I want when I want. This is the last year I can carry around a foam sword and a bow and arrow and it still be socially acceptable. In other words, this is the last year I can be a kid.
I don't want to grow up. I want my childhood back. I missed most of it through illness, the fear of what other people thought and having to raise myself on books.
And that brings me back to Faramir and my costume. When I first picked up The Lord of the Rings at 12 years old, he was instantly my favorite character of the bunch. Like me, his father was domineering and mean (although, to be fair, mine never tried to kill me), but he still came through it and managed to become a beautiful human being.
Now, I know some of my readers are trying to figure out why that would mean so much to me (and also how this got so serious), and you're probably right; it probably is an overly emotional reaction. In my own defense, that book kept me from going insane and that character, that lovely literary jewel, showed me that it was possible to come from bad parents and turn out okay.
So that's why I'm dressing as Faramir for Halloween. He was like a warm blanket in my childhood: something comforting and safe for me to run to when life was painful. Now that I'm forced to finally finish growing up, I find that I need that sort of comfort again. I can see that the loneliness of my childhood will come with me as I become an adult, so Faramir is also escorting me from one to the other to keep that loneliness at bay.
In the end, I'm afraid that this column will only make sense to the people who have read the book (or seen the extended edition of the movie, I guess). But if you're familiar with him and you view his character the same way I do, then you see a relatively unloved boy turn into a good man. Sad or not, lonely or not, I'm trying to turn into a good person.
So when you see that freaky girl with the cloak and the foam sword walking around campus on Halloween, don't be surprised. That's just me being a child for the last time.
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