I hate Summer. Heat waves, nose bleeds caused by dryness, or humidity that makes me ill. Can’t sleep, always feel sick, blaah. People everywhere, that also depresses me. I like Autumn and Winter better because most people don’t enjoy that weather, and don’t feel the need to try to make me a part of their lives, since it’s all cold and wet and they wanna get home. I just can’t stand being woken by the sound of faraway lawnmowers, to me that’s more depressing than a thousand forsaken voices screeching in unison straight from the bowels of Hell, since it represents a barrier to my antisocial ways.
But I like Summer nights though. If I have to go back some years, it meant being dirt poor in a rooming house with fuckall to do except Final Fantasy IV, Psycho on cable TV and Stephen King for company…but somehow it was nice, spending the hot Summer nights just lounging around, jonesing for a fucking smoke or going for treks at 7–11 at three in the morn for hot dogs and coffee.
But I just don’t like it much because I wasn’t made for this damn weather haha, and I seem to have had many bad things happen to me in past Summers, or perhaps my mindframe changes with the weather and everything seems bad…but eh, it doesn’t mean much to me except wanting it to snow.