Andy X
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Spring is the worst and I hate being outdoors in it.
Not my words Carol.... As AP would say.
Spring is the worst and I hate being outdoors in it.
Thats pretty much how I see this. I love those frosty mornings with sunlight sparkling along the ground and in the hedgerows,
Spring brightens eveything up again but reminds me that another heatwaved summer is not far behind.
Finding it hard to sleep at night, hosepipe bans, those annoying neighbours with their evening garden partys....grrrrrrr
Hi Andy,
You may not be alone in this - I remember hearing some years ago that depression and suicide rates increase in spring. These may be US numbers though. Spring is always a time when my depression gets worse, even though I'm grateful for the increasing sunlight (though the difference between summer and winter hours of light hardly varies, unlike England) My reasons may apply only to my area of the US though. I'll see if I can explain in a way that makes sense...
In the US, there is a rule of thumb that if winter is brown and summer is green where you live, you are in the east. If winter is green and summer is brown, you are in the west. Where I live, summer is brown, dry, hot as a blast furnace with the drone of cicadas everywhere - I love it. On the other hand, spring is green and wet, grass and weeds shoot up to waist-height no sooner than you turn your back, and underneath it all there is this smell of decay that makes me uneasy. The sense that all this sudden growth is hinting instead at the inevitability of death. Especially if it's drizzling rain and the drip-drip-drip on the roof is the very sound of despair...
(yeah, my depression is always worse in spring and I really can't stand drizzle. )
That said, my daughter (who's lived in England a couple of years now) and some British ex-pat friends have pointed out that typical "British summer-type weather" occurs here in March, and that the sun never feels as hot as it does even in the dead of winter here ( ) so I'm honestly not sure I can imagine what British spring feels like.
...Her favourite season is autumn. She's even named her daughter Autumn. Which, I have to admit, makes a lovely name. A nicer name than a season.
There's also a writer called Storm Constantine...
There's also a writer called Storm Constantine...
Well, there's me now, so that's an extra vote!I really don't look forward to this time of year and I can't believe it's all that unusual to suffer from this kind of reverse SAD. Yet I have never got a single person to admit to it.
Isn't there some kind of special lamp you can sit under as therapy?
Yes, eg here:Isn't there some kind of special lamp you can sit under as therapy?
Well, there's me now, so that's an extra vote!
Funny thing is, I love the first 2 days of Spring, then the sunshine becomes a depressing bore, and it's all downhill...
Spring is a cover version of summer.
It was a glorious day yesterday and I went to pick my daughter up from brownies. The roads were jammed pack full of Audi and BMW boneheads driving up my arse, the park was full of moped chavs who had littered the carpark with crushed mcDonalds detritus and were deliberately booting their ball against the cars. Drug-related paraphernalia visible. AND I trod in dog shit. I do love the sun but it's other people who wreck any possible enjoyment of it.
In the past we had dinosaurs and cavemen. Now we have pretty much the same thing only with bells and whistles attached.
The only difference is the tiny brained creatures now wear trainers
It was a glorious day yesterday and I went to pick my daughter up from brownies. The roads were jammed pack full of Audi and BMW boneheads driving up my arse, the park was full of moped chavs who had littered the carpark with crushed mcDonalds detritus and were deliberately booting their ball against the cars. Drug-related paraphernalia visible. AND I trod in dog shit. I do love the sun but it's other people who wreck any possible enjoyment of it.
I work with a lady called Storm.
I'm not an X-Man.
I work with someone called Ace and I'm not in Kiss.