Halloween

Spun a certain way way, one might say we recently had a night dedicated to the grotesque, the strange, the unusual — and that's a good thing. If nothing else, it moves our Overton window a little towards open-mindedness.

A red one, apparently saying 'ooooo'.

OOoooooOOOoooOooo!

But I imagine there are some freaks who feel a bit … miffed when their different-ness becomes mainstream. If you're weird and you like being weird, having weirdness be hijacked by others takes away something that's special for you.

A beaten-up-looking blue one.

I'm a mutant, but at least I was different.
Now I'm not even that any more.

Exhibitionists suddenly flaunt what others live with daily. You might be a zombie, but now "sexy zombie" shows up and gets all the attention, leaving you feeling that you're not even good at what you were cursed with.

A large green one with its skin apparently falling off in places.

Brraaaiiins…?

A part of me says: "Boo hoo." What are you, some hipster who's upset that their waxed moustache is no longer so unconventional? Cry me a river. If you define yourself by your differentness from others, then you are letting others define you. If, on the other hand, you look at what you are rather than what other people aren't, you might have a happier existence. Intrinsic qualities are the important thing, once again.

A fairly smooth brown double-nut, with a horizontal hairline fracture.
Small orange candy, with a significant divot.

Unfortunately, it's not as though you can flip a switch to change your perceptions. So keep at it, believe in yourself, bla bla bla, and happy belated Halloween. Maybe look at your leftover candy before you eat it.