Halloween

It was my first time celebrating Halloween. Apparently, here it is a big deal. Everyone dresses up, decorates their house, throws a party or goes trick or treating with little kids. That all, when Halloween is just not a thing back home. I mean yes it is but no. Some people have small decorations, some people go trick or treating, some people give them candy and some kids even go as far as throwing a white sheet over their heads as a costume. In the end, nobody really celebrates the death because that’s all it is right?

So here I was putting my Halloween costume on when I heard something moving in my closet. I turned around to see my friend going through my clothes. ‘What are you doing?’ Ruth looked up for a second but then went back to what she was doing. ‘Trying to find something to wear for tonight.’ I saw her pulling out different items, looking at it for a second and then dropping it. ‘Ho. Hold it right there. I don’t want a mess in here. And you are not going to find anything in there. If you recall, I told you thousands of times, we don’t ‘do’ Halloween and I had to go out and buy my costume.’ She rolled her eyes at me and shook her head. ‘No, you don’t get it. I want to look attractive, there is going to be cute guys there.’ Her ignorance made me sick. It has been like this for weeks and if we were not forced to be friends I would have lashed out on here so many times already. ‘Ruth, no I don’t want you wearing my clothes.'
 

I know it is not nice to say but it is pure honesty. Something she could learn from. She calls me rude and maybe it is but I don’t care. I don’t want anyone to ever think that we are alike. We’re not. I am honest (and rude) while she pretends to be some sort of nice person, calls everybody beautiful or gorgeous and everything looks good on everybody. She is lying. Sure everyone is beautiful to someone but not everybody is beautiful to you being the one person that you are. If someone is wearing something that makes them look hideous you don’t go ahead and tell them they look good. You tell them it does not look good and then advice them to do something else. If you don’t, you are lying. It doesn’t matter who it is or how old they are. Always tell them how it is. When they look back later and realize how stupid they actually looked, they will remember you telling them they looked beautiful when they obviously didn’t. They will remember how you told them time and time again they looked good; they will start to doubt you. Were you ever honest at all? When did they actually look good, if they did at any point?

I get that people might think I am rude by saying this. Everyone has their own taste and all but if your face looks like a canvas painting because your makeup makes you look like a deformed Barbie doll then nobody will argue with that. So don’t tell someone with a canvas painting-like face they look good. You are lying and you know it. That is not a case of difference in taste. That is case of ‘one of the two is just as stupid as the deformed Barbie doll’.

Remind yourself, there is a difference between looking beautiful and being beautiful. Chose your words wisely. I am saying you should not tell everyone they look beautiful, like Ruth does.

Like I said, everyone is beautiful to someone. That is true. Actually, in your life you will be truly beautiful to tens of people. Maybe even more than hundred, thinking you won’t end up being a polished public figure.

So don't forget: you are beautiful, you just might not look like it.