It happens every year around late July or mid-August. The first Tweet that reads "can't wait for bonfires, pumpkins, and cold weather <3." The basic white girls of the Internet, as much as they might love summer at first, want to end it early and bring on fall.

Honestly, I would love for summer to last until Thanksgiving. I'll never understand people's obsession with fall. From the cold weather to the sickness to the leaf traffic to the pumpkins and apples to the creepy scarecrows, fall brings a lot more problems than positives.

In the beginning, fall weather is a bit bipolar. Every morning feels like October, every afternoon feels like July, and every night feels like January. As the season progresses, the bitter cold only grows worse, and before you know it, another harsh mountain winter has arrived. Tell me, why do y'all enjoy cold weather? Do you actually look forward to hauling yourself out of bed in the morning and trekking across a cold, windy campus? Does it give you some sort of adrenaline rush? I'm not feeling it. And I know, you all just love your scarves and riding boots, but don't you miss your sundresses and sandals just a little? I sure do. And don't you miss going outside and just sitting for a while and enjoying the warm breezes? I sure do.

I know some people have the stamina to spend hours in their hammocks even when temperatures are in the low 60s or 50s, but these people are obviously magical and probably cannot be trusted.

With colder temperatures comes sickness. I, for one, do not enjoy itchy eyes, runny noses, coughing, and being unable to breathe. I don't enjoy sitting in class and needing to cough again, but not wanting to because it'll disrupt the lecture. I don't enjoy being congested- it feels disgusting. But hey, the leaves are turning orange so that cures all sickness, right?

Speaking of that, I don't get the obsession with orange and red leaves. I mean, I guess it's exciting if those are your favorite colors, but otherwise...? What's so great about them? When the leaves start turning Tiffany blue or navy or turquoise or pink, then maaaybe I'll get excited. Until then, I don't care about the leaves changing. And I definitely don't get why you would drive for hours and hours just to look at the leaves in North Georgia when there are trees, like, everywhere.

Which brings me to another problem: Tourist traffic. People come from all over to see the North Georgia leaves (which, as I said, are just as unexciting as everyone else's leaves), go to pumpkin patches and pick apples. Look, I appreciate tourists because they bring much-needed money to our little towns, but when you grow up close to the apple houses like I did, you know just how frustrating tourist traffic can be. The time it takes to get to town doubles during the fall, and we small-town folks aren't used to bumper-to-bumper traffic. Nor do we enjoy it. And, really, it's not worth the drive. For one thing, the festivals are kind of redundant. Once you've gone to one Apple Festival or Gold Rush festival, you've been to them all. Also, the hayrides and corn mazes will just exacerbate those allergies even more. And spoiler alert: Ellijay's apples taste exactly like everyone else's apples taste. I swear they do. And yeah, you can pick them yourself, which is great, except it won't make them any better, and the picking isn't really that enjoyable once you've done it a few times. And since you'll probably ruin the apples by sticking them in a pie or cake anyway, I don't see why you bother.

(Yes, I do hate apple pie. I don't care how "American" it is, it's not good. Neither is apple cider, cake, sauce, or anything that features warm, mushy apples. Gross.)

You know what else is gross? Freaking pumpkin spice lattes. I know, all the basics just love PSLs, but why anyone thought mixing pumpkin and coffee was a good idea is beyond me. I'm a big fan of pumpkin pies and breads, but the lattes just aren't good. I'll stick with caramel iced coffee until the Christmas drinks come out, thank you.

Last but not least, the scarecrows are terrifying. Every business, both in my hometown of Ellijay and here in Dahlonega, thinks it's a good idea to put up a realistic-looking scarecrow in the fall. Why they think so is the million-dollar question. I don't even know how many times I've freaked out because I thought I was about to hit a person, only to realize the person was made of straw. Even the crazy fall-lovers admit that the scarecrows terrify them.

But please, by all means, continue to Tweet about how much you love it and post pictures of your handpicked apples (that taste exactly like grocery store apples). Just know that fall is actually just a cold, miserable obstacle in between summer and Christmas.

Also, note: I have nothing against basic white girls as I, too, am the most basic of white girls, just not in October.