Man, I am ready for summer to be over.

Summer has seriously got to be the most overrated season. It’s too hot, which leads to sweaty people, which leads to unpleasant odors and the need to do laundry more often than usual. It gets way too crowded where I live, and the places where I don’t live it is even hotter than it is here.

There aren’t any good holidays during the summer, and I am not forgetting the 4th of July. That’s merely another one of those holidays on which everyone just seems to feel entitled to act even more retarded than usual, which is saying something. Of course, there’s my birthday shortly after the 4th of July, but I’d be willing to consider relocating that if necessary. For the good of the team.

Now don’t get the idea that I’m one of those misty eyed nuts over the magic of the holiday season at the other butt-end of the year, either. Basically any holiday encourages the worst in people, and I’m against ’em.

Winter can be a bit of a jones, but at least you get to regulate your own temperature a little bit more then. It’s easier to warm up than cool down, and sweaters are sexy.

That’s why I like the fall, or Autumn as some insist on calling it. Nice, mellow weather, no really icky holidays until the big T-day in November — Halloween I give a pass for its general creepiness and encouragement of malaise.

In the fall people get serious and down to business again, what with all the going back to school and wearing earth tones and dressing in layers and get too distracted to act quite as inexplicably as they do in summer, what with all the prancing around in immodest clothes and having the sun still shining at dinner time.

For the next month, I’ll be sticking close to my air conditioner and dreaming of wool sweaters, empty beaches, and post-season baseball.

  1. I could not believe how humid it was out in your neck of the woods. Then I came home and it is just as humid this week. What the major hell? I need a hobby and stronger anti-depressents.

  2. That’s completely true, it’s just so sticky.
    Over here, the heat is so stuffy that it’s just not even nice to sit outside.

  3. Here’s how bad it was for me today… I went to Wal*Mart… to cool off!

  4. Okay, I can’t disagree with the weather part, it’s hideous. And I admit I rarely do all of the “summer-y” things that I “swear to God!” that I’ll do when I’m suffering in the January deep-freeze.

    However, the 4th of July is a great holiday, my favorite. It’s the all-American day! Sleeveless T-shirts, beer in a can, blowin’ shit up? Yee haw! But seriously… fireworks, parades, carnivals, barbecues, mid-season baseball… that’s the essence of Americana. There’s a certain romance to it; a day when adults can experience fond memories of their youth. It’s enchanting. And it doesn’t have the pretense or commercial/religious stink of the other holidays.

    Even if the rest of the summer is too hot and too boring and too whatever, at least give it up for the 4th of July.