First, if you don't know what I mean by the "cyclical slump," I mean the routine you fall accustom to that usually keeps you homebound for 98 percent of winter break and that makes any sort of plans or additional effort especially grueling.

So first, what the heck is that? What really happens when you return to your childhood home that makes you such a drone? And why does it make you so... predictable?

It's bizarre as I realize my lethargy is only prevalent when I'm in my hometown, in a warm house, with beverages, entertainment (thanks, Netflix) and a bathroom that makes leaving this all-inclusive feel like quite the effort.

But what about at school; at work? I feel like everyone is a different version of themselves, a person of substance, someone engaging and interested in getting out of the routine of school to go out and socialize and shove their tongue down some random's throat.

Is that what people need? A sexual incentive and a promise of booze to go have fun with people? To go out from the comfort of your home and engage with (gasp!) other humans? It's kind of funny in a world that still frowns at the idea of women being as sexually active as men are one of the fundamental reasons in the equation of logical persuasion of getting someone to leave their home.

Of course, we have our needs that are less... primal. Go to class, the store, the library—so what is it about going out that really strikes us as appealing?

The dulling of our senses as we pound booze with the promise of a killer stomach/headache the next morning? Ooh, enticing.

But then that leads me to ponder this idea that there's some alternative, like online dating. The concept of planning to get drinks with a guy you "swiped right" on... like that means more than going out with the intention of getting plastered and finding your match made in heaven as he holds your hair back. There are a lot of problems with that mentality that I could tackle, but I'll leave it up for your imagination to fill in the blanks.

I suppose I'm still trying to answer my own reasoning as to why I think dressing in skimpy outfits that display, well, everything, and getting annihilated is my preferred past time on the weekend.

I think it's this cyclical slump keeping me sane. This time to re-energize and restore my being for a repeat next semester. I honestly should thank my lethargic side, it makes me miss doing lazy things which in turn makes me nostalgic of the countless cold winter days spent binge-watching average Netflix original series intermittently between Family Feud re-runs from sunrise to sunset.