Am I the only one who feels 150% better as soon as the weather turns warm? I felt and saw the change a couple days ago. I’m down and bitchy all winter, as long as the cold lasts, but once it was warm enough to drive with the top town, I immediately felt better…stronger…faster, and it will probably last until the next winter.
I’m sure some smart-ass psychologist (-iatrist? -otherapist? -opath?) will say I have seasonal affective disorder or some such b.s.
But the real reason is that, as a strange visitor from another world, I draw my power from your yellow sun.
Or something.
If you say it, mean it. If you mean it, do it.
If you do it, live it. If you live it, say it.
I’m a huge fan of winter and snow. I like a good crisp fall as well. Spring, for me, is synonimous with mud. Summers are great in an air conditioned room. I absolutely hate humidity!
So where did I move… DC! For the love of god, Margaret! Turn down the thermostat!
On the plus side, I am enjoying the long spring and summer. I suppose that shoveling snow twice a year as opposed to every other day has it’s pluses too. I can get used to this… I think my blood is thinning…
I look forward to the summer about as much as I would look forward to a multiple root canal. I hate it with the deepest passion within me. I hate the heat, I hate the humidity, I hate the never ending sun beating down all day long. HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT! I mark off the calendar one long day at a time like a prisoner in a dungeon. When the beautiful, beautiful cool crisp autumn comes, when the last geranium has shrivelled up and died, when the nice jeans and sweaters and leather jackets can come out of storage, when the last charcoal briquet is no more, when the endless godforsaken summer is finally behind us for another year - then, my friend, you will see someone simply, deeply, and truly delirious with rapture. (I also like winter, and what little spring we have. But I f***ing HATE SUMMER!!!) Summer is fun if you’re a drunken frat boy and can pass out on the lawn without dying from exposure. Summer is fun if you’re an 18 year old in a tube top, taking a ride in a convertible. Summer is fun if you are under the age of 8 and have a wading pool. Summer is fun if you go on nice long vacations to the seashore. Summer is, well, not fun, but fairly painless, if you spend all day in air conditioning. For me, summer is downright depressing and dangerously uncomfortable. I suffer like you can’t believe. My genes can’t take heat. My ancestors lived in upper Canada and northern England. My mother’s forebears kept warm pulling up roots out of the frozen Steppes of Russia.
I for one love it when it turns warmer. I love getting up and the sun is already up (and I get up at 6 a.m.). I love when after supper there is still some daylight. I love the smell of cut grass and flowers. I love digging in my garden and watching and tending to them. I love the beach more than anywhere in the world and as soon as the snow is gone I am there, even when it is too cold to swim or even too cold to walk barefoot in the sand.
I like winter too but I definately feel better when there is more daylight and before anyone can make a canuck joke We only have about 3 months of winter type weather where I am.
Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
Forgot all about the OP. Yep, you’re right. People’s dispositions do seem to improve when they’re not dealing with cold weather. That usually lasts until it gets really hot, then we’re cranky again.
We only have about 3 months of winter type weather where I am.