I hate autumn. I HATE it. I hate the pretty leaves, the unbelievably blue sky, the hazy afternoons, the way you can hear noises far away as though they were close by (one of the loneliest sounds in the world), I hate the cool evenings, I hate the crisp mornings, I HATE IT ALL.
How could anyone possibly hate this beautiful time of year?
Because it reminds me of being young and beautiful and unemployed (purposely) and single and somewhat blissfully ignorant and in college and in love. I am no longer any of those things, nor will I ever be again.
Skipping class with your man-of-the-moment, taking off into the hazy afternoon for a ride or a walk or impromptu road trip. Sitting in a park or an intramural field, just happy to be outdoors and alive and with the person you are with.
Going out at night on a date with someone new, letting the blessedly cool evening air give you both an excuse to get close to each other. Attending outdoor parties and bonfires, sneaking away into the shadows for a few moments, feeling someone else’s lips and breath intermingling with your own for the first time. Finally getting away a bit further, finally alone, feeling the rush of cool air and warm breath on your skin as you reveal yourselves to each other.
Feeling the wonder and anticipation of the future, and thinking about what life-shaping surprises the next few years will hold. See, at that point in your life, you’re still thinking they might be good surprises.
It’s all gone. Those moments are all gone forever.
I like autumn. It’s so fantastically bleak. So screw you, I guess. Your sentimentality is irritating. And your willingness to advertise it will be your downfall. Downfall, I say!
Fall has always made me feel a bit melancholy. That’s part of the many reasons why I like it. I’m just kinda perverse that way. I also like really heavy blizzards, too.
Fall doesn’t do it for me, but not for the reasons the OP gave. I just think it’s depressing. Everything’s dying, the weather’s getting colder, and worst of all, the days are getting shorter. It’s the ultimate memento mori. I don’t hate it like I hate Winter, though.
I’m sensing dissatisfaction with a long-term relationship here. Or at least a desire for more romantic variety. Have you talked to your partner about it? Maybe there’s something you can do to spice things up a bit?
You know what I’d never do if I were from Sanibel? Move to St Louis!!! What’re you, crazy man?
At least you all got fall. I noticed the leaves were turning red yesterday, and then this morning I went outside and had half an inch of ice on my car.
Fall is my favorite time of year! It gets pretty dang hot down here in Southern Texas. So the cool weather is a precious thing! Today we woke up to 58 degrees, and they project a high of 82. Heaven, I tell ya!
See ya later, then, Sanibel! Really, fall in St. Louis is the only reason we stick around through the miserable summers, isn’t it? Sept.-Dec. are absolutely my favorite months of the year. January and February can eat monkey smegma and die.
My sentiments exactly. The cool weather of Spring here in north Texas is nice but it’s not as much fun as Fall since we have to dodge tornados and hail storms.
