The weather started to get cold in about November. It didn’t really stop at all since until maybe last week, and still, it’s not as warm as I’d like it to be. So- November to May. How many months is that? November, December, January, February, March, April, May…. SEVEN MONTHS. That’s more than half a YEAR. Seven months of cold and darkness is just too much for me.
Some people may call me hypocritical for writing this. In fact, if you were to go into my old bedroom, you would see “SUN BAD, DARK GOOD” written in sparkle gel above the window. Maybe it’s just something that comes with time. I don’t remember winter being so intolerable for me when I was younger. Winter was cold and dark, but it really didn’t make me feel depressed.
Since about a year or two ago, though, winter has made me VERY depressed. Maybe it’s just the stress from school and other things. During those dark, dark months of the year, my junk food and computer intake is at drug addict levels. Anything, anything at all to take me away from the horrible gray darkness that’s outside the house. Anything to get me by just surviving on artificial light.
So this summer, I really need to do more. I think the less you do, even though it seems like a lot of time while you’re doing the nothing that you do, the faster time seems to have gone by. Or maybe that, too is a side effect from getting gradually older. I’m kind of scared that it’s already May when the winter holidays are still fresh in my mind. Will time just keep going by faster as I get older? I’m starting to understand what people mean when they talk about time going like a blink of the eye. It’s FREAKY! So, I need to do more. And I really hope this summer isn’t as rainy as last summer, which, by the way, does not seem that long ago, either.
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I understand completely about winter – winters here haven’t been as bad lately as the rest of the country seems to believe them to be, but I still can’t stand them. Spring and summer are my favorite seasons – everything is green, alive, warm, and bright. Yet somehow, when I was little, I could stay outside for hours, just playing in the snow – never felt the cold, never once thought of how dark it got, how dreary it all was. Maybe I was too focused on making the coolest fort out of all my sisters and the promise of the holidays soon to come.
Or maybe I’ve just gotten to hate living in one of the worst states weather-wise in the country. I want to live somewhere that is dry and hot all year long when I leave home – like Texas, or Arizona. Except, I hate bugs – especially huge hairy spiders and scorpions that can kill you… Perhaps it’s not so bad here.