The Return from the Future

Greetings to all!

Life has come back to The Contradictory Paradoxical Oxymoron at last. It has been a quiet few weeks, I know. I failed to keep to my "at least one blog a week" policy. Oh, the shame...

There's a good explanation, though.

You see, about a month ago, the government approached me with a top secret mission, the details of which I cannot expose to you. The gist of it, however, was for me to be sent to the future using their discreetly developed time machine (located in a hidden dungeon several stories below the Beehive) so that I could use my advanced skills and knowledge to save our beloved country from a terrorist attack so extreme that the country [would have] disappeared without a trace, to the depths of the ocean.

Uh...oops. I just told you everything. Oh well, too late now. I'll just get my contacts to change my identity after I've finished with this.

Anyway, as I was saying... All went well, the world was saved, and it was time to come home. However, one of the technically inept morons hired by the government as a Time Technician stuffed up during the initial programming and I was sent back here, about three weeks ahead of when I left. As a result, you unlucky people have had to miss out on these life changing blogs of mine. (Blame the government.)

But never fear, for this post marks the resurrection of the weekly blog. You may all stop panicking now. I have also been told that I must make up for those missed blogs. In the week ahead, I shall do just that.

Watch this space.

And the point is...

I was going to write about something completely different, and way more deep, than what I am about to say, but this random thought popped into my mind today, so I have delayed the deeper blog until next week.

What is the point?

It's October 31st. People are coming to our door every so often. All over the world kids are walking along the streets, all dressed up, asking for lollies and other such stuff. Most people just hand it over.

The question remains: What is the point?

I just don't get it. There is absolutely no reason whatsoever for kids to be going around asking for lollies and junk food once every year. They expect it. People give it.

Why?

It's beyond me. Why do people just willingly go out and buy heaps of junk food year after year, to just hand out to random kids they've never met and probably won't ever meet again, just for the heck of it?

I don't quite understand it. I don't get it at all, actually.

Please, someone, enlighten me.