Andy X
AWOL
- Joined
- Dec 12, 2014
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- Larch Forest
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. How can this be?
Evidently then, there's an unspoken consensus that there's something unconditionally shameful about feeling this way...and springtime has therefore become one of those things that people pretend to enjoy - like Comic Relief or karaoke.
It's not that I have anything much against the more cheerful side of Nature. In the summer I like to grow big yellow sunflowers, of which I am rightly proud, and I love a glorious day in late summer or autumn, as long as there's a breeze and I'm in the countryside or by the sea. Towns and cities in summer are mostly hellish, obvs.
It's nice to see duckings and listen to the birds getting over-excited and all that. But I feel Nature is a bit too pleased with itself and find spring just boring after winter* It's bright out for fucking hours on end but in an uninteresting way; quite different from the blazing honey-coloured sunshine at the other end of the year.
I honestly hate the days getting longer and longer. It actually bothers and depresses me like jet-lag: as far as I'm concerned if you're coming home from work or wherever in the evening it should be dark or at least getting dark. If it's not, then a surfeit of daytime has occurred.
The more I think of it I believe I genuinely dislike the Spring.
I've done this poll to aid my research - basically a tarted up version of that highly original conversation-starter 'What's your favourite season??'
I am not a Goth.
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*Not Christmas, Winter.
Evidently then, there's an unspoken consensus that there's something unconditionally shameful about feeling this way...and springtime has therefore become one of those things that people pretend to enjoy - like Comic Relief or karaoke.
It's not that I have anything much against the more cheerful side of Nature. In the summer I like to grow big yellow sunflowers, of which I am rightly proud, and I love a glorious day in late summer or autumn, as long as there's a breeze and I'm in the countryside or by the sea. Towns and cities in summer are mostly hellish, obvs.
It's nice to see duckings and listen to the birds getting over-excited and all that. But I feel Nature is a bit too pleased with itself and find spring just boring after winter* It's bright out for fucking hours on end but in an uninteresting way; quite different from the blazing honey-coloured sunshine at the other end of the year.
I honestly hate the days getting longer and longer. It actually bothers and depresses me like jet-lag: as far as I'm concerned if you're coming home from work or wherever in the evening it should be dark or at least getting dark. If it's not, then a surfeit of daytime has occurred.
The more I think of it I believe I genuinely dislike the Spring.
I've done this poll to aid my research - basically a tarted up version of that highly original conversation-starter 'What's your favourite season??'
I am not a Goth.
_______________________________
*Not Christmas, Winter.