The horrid winter has arrived. I have been dreading this moment for months. As soon as the leaves started changing in the fall, I started dreading the winter. It's a beautiful thing --winter. But at the same time it is absolutely, horribly, and miserably miserable. Why is the winter so awful to me, you ask? I'm undoubtedly a summer person. And when it comes to being a summer person in the winter, I can't even begin to explain how the struggle is real. So here are some of the struggles of being a summer person in the winter:
Layers.
To put it shortly: I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I can't get over the annoying process of having to put on multiple layers of everything. Two pairs of socks, long johns under your pants, three shirts, a jacket, scarf, gloves, and something to keep that head of yours warm. And then, the even more annoying process of having to take half that garb off as soon as you get to where you're going, only to have to put them back on again, and then take them all off later. It's a constant pester to have to put on and take off so many annoying layers, when in the summer your favorite t-shirt, cutoff shorts, and your bare feet will do just fine.
Same.
Seasonal Depression.
I know that I am not the only one that gets hit with this hard in the wintertime. I can't help but look outside at the grey, cloudy sky and all the dead trees and plants and feel no motivation to do anything whatsoever. Being outside in the winter is miserable to me. There's no color, no warmth, no hope, and seemingly no life, and I about feel the same way on the inside.
The teasing of warm weather.
This may not be a thing in many other states, but it sure is a thing here in good ol' Kentucky. The weather here is as good at making up its mind as I am when I go shoe shopping (which is not good, at all). For example, just last week we got hit with over a foot of snow, and I was trapped in my house for three days straight before I could even try to get myself out. And now it is, I kid you not, almost 70 degrees here now. That is pushing summer weather, Kentucky! What are you doing to me? And you know what the really cruel thing is? It's that next week it'll probably be bone-chilling cold again just to rub it in my dried-out face that it's indeed still winter.
Winter people.
My arch nemeses in the wintertime are the dreaded "winter people." As I am a summer person, there are indeed people crazy enough out there to love winter as much as I do summer. I simply don't get it. I don't understand how one can go outside and enjoy the feeling of the air that is so freakishly cold that it feels as if their face is burning clear off, and love it. I have seriously been around people who step outside and feel that it's cold and shout in joy. What in this world? Whatever floats your frozen boat, I guess. If you enjoy everything looking like death and having no face, then you do you.
Dryness.
Sometimes I feel like winter is just out to get me. The snow is beautiful, but it keeps me from doing the things that I want to. It gives me a good excuse to relax and do nothing, but after a few days that gets really old. Then, there are the layers that just drive me into insanity. Then there are the winter people that annoy me into insanity. And also the fact that everything looks dead and I can't go outside without the fear of losing my face just makes me a very, very sad person. But, it does not end here. Along with all of that comes dryness. During the winter I feel like a snake. I feel like my skin is as over the winter as I am and tries to escape to a place of warm bliss. While I don't blame my skin for this, it leaves me feeling gross and in pain. Chapped lips, ezcema, and a dried out face are no fun at all.
Me trying to escape winter.
But, have no fear my fellow summer people! Just remember with each day we are closer and closer to our paradise next to the pool with a cold drink and not a thousand layers on.
