A friend announced on Facebook that her view switched officially to fall. My view been geared toward this season since the last weekend of July.
July 27th specifically was when summer became officially over in my mind. There was technically eight weeks or so left, but I was done. For the last couple of years, August has been as equally merciless as July. I feel this year's cooler August weather is like some kind act of kindness from mother nature, thanking me (and countless others) for working through feeling so uncomfortable and putting up with the way things were for so long.
People I know with are already complaining about this climate change, even shivering over it. Shivering.
Just as society glorifies the teenage years, I think we glorify the summer to the point of blind, self-abusive worship. If I were asked to personify summer, I would describe it as a very selfish human being, the ultimate bad summer boss pushing us to the maximum while providing the smallest compensation.
I have done my best to meet the challenges and am always found (at least by my partially brainwashed self) wanting in one way or another, only to be invited into the whole summer "thing" the following year. Partly because it's a season and I have little choice, but partially because some kind of mind erasure or double think makes everything from last year all right again. I can make this summer thing work again. I have all my SHORTS I bought last year. And there's a sale on moisture wicking shirts again at the gift shop where I work! Things are so gonna go my way!!! You'll see!!! You'll seeeeeee!!!!!!
I didn't work this hard in the wintertime, where I happily shoveled a loved one's driveway as if I were a character in a James Tate poem. Well, maybe I did work as hard, but there was enough about it that loved me back that I'm looking forward to snow more than any more sunny days.
it's not logical, but tell me what is about people who call out of work sick to get in traffic for one hour of beach time and come back to work all burnt?
Seriously. Shivering in the hallway because there's a breeze finally coming through your window? That's just kooky to me.
July 27th specifically was when summer became officially over in my mind. There was technically eight weeks or so left, but I was done. For the last couple of years, August has been as equally merciless as July. I feel this year's cooler August weather is like some kind act of kindness from mother nature, thanking me (and countless others) for working through feeling so uncomfortable and putting up with the way things were for so long.
People I know with are already complaining about this climate change, even shivering over it. Shivering.
Just as society glorifies the teenage years, I think we glorify the summer to the point of blind, self-abusive worship. If I were asked to personify summer, I would describe it as a very selfish human being, the ultimate bad summer boss pushing us to the maximum while providing the smallest compensation.
I have done my best to meet the challenges and am always found (at least by my partially brainwashed self) wanting in one way or another, only to be invited into the whole summer "thing" the following year. Partly because it's a season and I have little choice, but partially because some kind of mind erasure or double think makes everything from last year all right again. I can make this summer thing work again. I have all my SHORTS I bought last year. And there's a sale on moisture wicking shirts again at the gift shop where I work! Things are so gonna go my way!!! You'll see!!! You'll seeeeeee!!!!!!
I didn't work this hard in the wintertime, where I happily shoveled a loved one's driveway as if I were a character in a James Tate poem. Well, maybe I did work as hard, but there was enough about it that loved me back that I'm looking forward to snow more than any more sunny days.
it's not logical, but tell me what is about people who call out of work sick to get in traffic for one hour of beach time and come back to work all burnt?
Seriously. Shivering in the hallway because there's a breeze finally coming through your window? That's just kooky to me.
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