As some who is an avid fan of blistering-hot summer months with no school or stress whatsoever, I can't seem to understand the fixation on the miserable season of fall. Maybe this is just my seasonal depression talking, but there is nothing less appealing than slowly getting hours of sunlight violently ripped away from me as I'm forced to go back to school and get progressively colder. Sure, pumpkin spiced stuff is cool and all, but the repercussions aren't worth it. What do people even look forward to in fall anyway? Halloween has become a corporate scam to make money the same way as Christmas, and Thanksgiving is nothing but a feast celebrating the pilgrims (and the slaughter of millions of Native Americans). It all just seems fake to me.

I just don't understand how anyone could hate summer. There is nothing more indescribable than the feeling of walking outside and feeling the warm sunlight hit your skin and knowing that the day ahead of you could be spent doing just about anything you want. Summer is all about long memorable days and short exciting nights. Fall is nothing but short days where you're locked inside all the time because of school, and long nights spent doing homework and trying to stay warm. Not only does the weather suck, but football season starts up, which means that everyone I know will be talking about nothing but a bunch of sweaty meat-heads throwing a ball around in tights for the next 4 months. It's so obviously horrible that the fact anyone would love it is baffling to me.

Maybe if I really wanted to I could buy one of those sun lamps that give you UV rays and keep you “happy," but I'm too broke and I know I'd constantly forget to use it. Or, I could look up ways to cope with seasonal depression, but that would be way too easy. I’m always up for a good challenge, and if that challenge requires me to jeopardize my mental health, then so be it. I just wish it would be warm year round, ya know? Maybe one day, it will be because of us destroying the planet and all that, but I wish it was warm in, like, a healthy way. One that doesn't involve polar bears dying or whatever.

All I can say is that I hope fall and winter pass by fast this year. It always seems to drag on forever, and I always seem to be cold all the way up until late April, which means half of my year is spent feeling cold and bitter. Maybe this year I can find a reason to enjoy the season. Fingers crossed.