It is October 1st, which means it is finally spooky season!
I’ve already decorated although I may add more decorations.
And I went to the library today to pick up some books I had on hold.
Break My Heart 1,000 Times was actually made into a movie which I watch recently. It’s called I Still See You and it’s available to watch on Hulu. I would recommend it if you’ve got the chance to watch it.
I’m excited for Halloween. Victor and I will be watching horror movies all month. I’ve found movies on streaming services that I haven’t watched before. And of course, there will be favorites such as Stir of Echoes, Thirteen Ghosts, Hocus Pocus, and Ernest Scared Stupid.
This is my favorite time of year. Yay for spooky season!
It is officially the first day of Fall. It’s been cooler here recently. Over the weekend temperatures will go up in the 90s again.
It’s just how Texas is, I suppose. It can get cold, but not Pennsylvania cold.
I am already in spooky season mode. I’ve been watching horror movies, though some of them weren’t great. I’m borrowing some horror and true ghost story books from the library. I also bought a book, which arrived in the mail yesterday.
It contains both books, only the first of which I’ve read. Mary: The Summoning is the first book and I read that in 2015. It was such a good book and actually scared me. It surprised me; I’ve read lots of horror books, and that’s the only one that has ever scared me. I’m looking forward to reading the second book.
Victor and I put up a Halloween tree. We also decorated our window. I’ll have to share pictures when I can. I think it looks great.
I am so ready for Halloween. Does anyone have plans for Halloween?
I realize my previous post may confuse those who have known me for a while. I mentioned Victor and as most of you know, we broke up in 2018 and I had to move back to Pennsylvania.
A lot has changed since then. I don’t blog about my personal life as I once did. I’ve become a more private person and that has to do with my family.
My uncle had done some pretty hardcore searching to find my blog and social media websites. He would read what I posted, tell my aunt and my would proceed to badmouth me to my mother.
That made me become very private when it came to what I post on my blog. It is the reason why I don’t blog as much as I once did. I miss blogging.
But I want to explain my mention of Victor in the previous post.
As you all know, I moved back to Pennsylvania in April 2018. I was beyond hurt. I did my best to move on. I dated. I met people. I had a sort-of boyfriend for about five months. I say sort-of because although I tried to make it a relationship, he wasn’t committed. He was just a narcissist, liar, and user.
Victor and I never stopped talking. We stayed friends though it was hard in the beginning.
In late November 2018, we began talking about our relationship and what went wrong. What prompted it was that he ended his friendship with one of the people who interfered in our relationship.
I was completely honest with him and how I felt. I told him what the problems were. It was then we began to fix our relationship. We started talking all the time again. We got back together. We made plans for me to move back to San Antonio.
I’ve now been in San Antonio for over a year. I moved here in June 2019.
And I truly am happy with Victor. His friends who interfered are no longer in his life. We live alone this time. It’s been great.
Victor and I in Corpus Christi last year.
It’s funny how quickly change can happen. I didn’t think we would ever get back together. I didn’t think I would ever be back in San Antonio. I realize though there was no one else for me but Victor.
Trust me, I tried. I did date. And I didn’t find anyone else. Plenty of guys wanted me. However, none wanted to take the time to get to know me. They wanted to jump into a relationship and I wasn’t going to do that.
I had met a few guys I liked. Nothing came from it. I didn’t find anyone who I connected with as I do Victor. Perhaps, I was meant only for him as I’ve never been able to open my heart to another quite as I have him.
I can say it is good to be loved. Truly loved. And to be able to return that love.
Last month I went to the Dollar General to buy some shampoo and conditioner.
While there, I noticed they had put out some Halloween decorations.
Of course, I had to look. And ended up buying one, which hung in the living room until Victor and I put up our Halloween tree.
When I went to pay, the cashier said, “Oh, I love Halloween!” And then quickly added, “I think it’s too early for Halloween stuff.” She thought stores shouldn’t put the items out until maybe a few weeks before Halloween.
I just laughed, paid for my items, and left. Victor wasn’t too happy about her comment. He didn’t understand why she had to be negative about it. I didn’t understand it either.
I have loved Halloween since I was a child. And for me, every day is Halloween. Of course, I get more excited this time of year. The decorations are out in stores, horror movies are on TV more, and paranormal shows.
I was slightly upset someone had to be negative. Just let people enjoy their Halloween stuff. This year has been horrible. And if simple Halloween decorations make someone happy, then let them be happy.
I’m sure most of you are familiar with the Salem Witch Trials. I’ve researched them since I was a teenager; they’ve always been an interest of mine. I even visited Salem when I was 17.
In 1692, a few young girls in Salem began to have fits. They would scream, throw things, crawl under furniture, and contort their bodies in odd positions. The girls said they were being pinched and pricked with pins. A doctor found no evidence of any sort of ailment.
Soon, the girls began accusing people of witchcraft.
Between 1692 and 1693 more than two hundred people were accused. Nineteen were hanged, and one man, Giles Corey, was pressed to death. Some died in prison.
What finally brought an end to the trials is when the governor’s wife was accused of witchcraft.
And why do I bring up the Salem Witch Trials? It is a great lesson in mass hysteria. A few girls got it in their heads to have “fits” and it brought them attention. Soon, they were able to do what they wanted and accuse who they wanted.
People went into a panic. No one was thinking logically or with reason. I’m witnessing the same thing occurring now.
We have mass hysteria happening right now worldwide. It’s not over witches, of course. It is over a virus that is being blown of proportion. People are hoarding supplies and becoming violent. Events and movie releases are being canceled or postponed.
I’m not afraid of the virus; I’m afraid of people in a panic state and what they could possibly do. I’m afraid of the government and their plans because people are in a vulnerable where they are not thinking at all. At this point, the government could say or do anything and people would go along with it because of the panic.
I’m worried what the people in charge of our country, or even other countries, are doing because they know eyes are not on them at the moment.
My hope is the panic soon fades so that people will be thinking clearly. Mass hysteria is a very frightening and powerful thing.
And if you don’t believe me that it is, I suggest researching the witch trials. You’ll learn a lot.
I hope everyone stays safe out there with all the panic going on.
Monday night I went to see Michale Graves in concerts. For those not familiar with Michale Graves, it is best known as the singer for the Misfits when they reformed in the 90s. Songs such as Dig Up Her Bones and Scream were written by him.
Monday night he performed all the songs from both Misfits albums he was on.
Dig Up Her Bones
I know the sound isn’t the best on the videos. Sorry about that.
I also got to meet Michale Graves and a few members of his band.
Me with Michale Graves. He was very nice and sweet. He asked what my name was and told me I have a beautiful name. He gave me a hug. He signed a poster for me too. And I gave him another hug before I left. And for people who really know me, they know this is unusual. I don’t like people touching me unless it is someone I know well and care about. I absolutely hate strangers touching me.
There was a point near the end of the concert where he stood on stage and was just talking to everyone. He said that music is amazing and what he’s doing he’s not doing for himself but for everyone else. He said music creates a bond; it connects all of us. We all have music that resonates with us.
And he also said that we may not remember everything that happened that night but we would remember how he made us feel. And he wanted us to feel good.
I actually like Michale Graves even more now. I see we both have a similar way of thinking.
I will always remember that night and how he made me feel. He didn’t just make things fun but he also connected with the crowd. I felt that. It felt as even though he didn’t know me or any of the other people there, he cared very much about all of us.
It was such a fun night. I enjoyed it so much. I would love to see him in concert again.
I was watching music videos on Youtube last week and came upon this one. The band is called Hand of the Tribe and the song is called The Last Time. So far it is their only song because they are a new band but I really love the song. I can’t wait to hear more from them.