With colder weather upon us, it has gotten me started thinking about winter and everything that comes with it. Winter is the season for snow. Beautiful sheets of snow cover the ground and the rooftops. It is the season for a crisp chill in the air that is refreshing and wakes you up in the most exhilarating way. There are adorable hats and boots and mittens as far as the eye can see. And with winter comes the most wonderful time of the year: Christmas. The red and green-decked stores and streets. The Christmas trees adorned with decorations, and parks across the nation glistening with lights for the enjoyment of all. Children and adults alike lace up their ice skates and glide over frozen ponds and lakes. Snow skiers and snow boarders unite at the top of the hill once again, shredding their way down in delight.

And guess what. I hate it.

Maybe hate is too strong a word. Sorry, winter, I really didn't mean it. But if I had to be honest, I am definitely less than thrilled with its quick approach. I feel like my cute sweater, leggings, boots, and coffee-holding days are being cut short. Sure I can still do this when it is winter, but it's just not the same! This isn't the only thing I'm bitter about as the bitter winter approaches. Let me list the ways:

1. Along with winter comes darkness.

How am I supposed to be productive and pleasant if at 5:30 p.m. it looks like I should be sleeping? Seasonal depression is a thing, people.

2. It is so long.

I feel like 90 percent of the year is winter. Realistically, I know it's not, but its still a long time! By March, it is safe to say that winter has far overstayed its welcome.

3. Your skin is like a desert.

Your nose is like a faucet. No amount of lotion or tissues will fix either issue.

4. It is impossible to get out of bed.

Or the shower because the air outside of these environments is so frigid that your body won’t let you move into them. Winter causes more water to be wasted. It is evil.

5. When you do muster up the courage to leave your (hopefully) warm home, you have to choose wisely how you will transport yourself to work or class.

You can ride the bus, but then you have to plan your day around its schedule. You can drive, but then you have to deal with starting your car in advance, letting it warm, brushing off possible snow accumulations, then scraping off the frost. If you decide to walk (you brave soul), you begin freezing. Eventually, your extremities freeze, and you try to become a turtle and shove your head into your coat. But as you walk, you begin to sweat underneath all of your layers. On the outside, you are freezing, and on the inside you are being baked alive. Why?

So long story short, if you try to find me during the winter, I’m going to be attempting to hibernate. Please do not disturb.