Single Ladies and Banana's
Yesterday was Halloween. We normally do not celebrate it here in the Netherlands but despite that there are still a few parties you can go to, and that is precisely what me, my sister, and her friend set out to do.
I was a banana. It got a lot of laughs, many people pointing at me and saying nothing more than "banana", and it made me glow with happiness inside. I felt like myself, the banana was an extension of who I was. It was very fun, would recommend to everyone. Eventually I met another banana as well and dapped him up, which was a very lovely interaction.
In the beginning the party was nice, dancing to shitty music that you don't know in a packed room with people is an experience that is not necessarily great but enjoyable in its own way. It wasn't until the song single ladies came on that I realised that this is the first time in a while that I am able to put my hands up. And man that shit wrecked me. I was already in a weird state of mind on this day, me and my partner were supposed to do something together, decorate the apartment and stuff, and the scariest part of halloween I suppose was that we never got to do that. Safe to say that I was sad. I went ouside, crawled into my banana shell and just cried and sat, eventually feeling numb inside. I don't know how long I sat there, I do know that around 5 people came up to ask if I was doing okay, which was very kind of them.
I am not ready to be single. I don't want to think about anyone else, get to know anyone else, it sucks so bad. I don't know how to be single. I know I will learn, and I know I will get over it, but it hurst to know that my relationship ended, and even more that it was a lie.
Anyways, moral of the story, go a as a banana for halloween. It is in fact the best costume.