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This time of year, it does NOT take a lot of time to make me happy. If it's sunny outside, it's already a good day. Vegetables in spring make me happy, because they always taste so fresh. Spring also makes you want to eat healthier. Everything I ate today was green. (Except the bread, thank god. I even had my root beer in a green cup).
I have been in serious denial about how much I am affected by the weather. It's funny, because it's not something I explicitly notice. It's not like the overwhelming presence of clouds makes me want to kill myself, but it does contribute to how my day's going, and how I cope with it. When the sun's shining, however, I am positively giddy. Life is fucking awesome when the sun's out, and it makes me love the world. And when I'm happy, it's just like, take the fucking happiness and run. Don't ask where it came from. Maybe say thank you on your way out the door.
I was thinking earlier today about how I should really move somewhere where there's sun all year round. But it makes me wonder if I love spring so much because it's a novelty. Where I live, actual, honest to goodness spring lasts a week, two tops. There can be snow when you leave for a two week trip, and when you come back, it'll all be gone. Which, in my opinion, sucks. This is one of my favourite seasons of the year (the other being autumn, which is also shortlived), and it doesn't last long enough. there should be more than a month gap between parkas and shorts.
But this brings me back to my point: If I lived somewhere that was more spring/fall as opposed to winter/summer, would snow become a novelty, and therefore awesome, because I'd only get it one week a year? Okay, that was unnecessary. Of course it would. That's what it's like for people in... god, i don't know, south of here.
Sun still makes me happy. And whatever my mother insists, i refuse to tan in winter. No matter how long you stay in the UV coffin, the weather outside will still suck.
I have been in serious denial about how much I am affected by the weather. It's funny, because it's not something I explicitly notice. It's not like the overwhelming presence of clouds makes me want to kill myself, but it does contribute to how my day's going, and how I cope with it. When the sun's shining, however, I am positively giddy. Life is fucking awesome when the sun's out, and it makes me love the world. And when I'm happy, it's just like, take the fucking happiness and run. Don't ask where it came from. Maybe say thank you on your way out the door.
I was thinking earlier today about how I should really move somewhere where there's sun all year round. But it makes me wonder if I love spring so much because it's a novelty. Where I live, actual, honest to goodness spring lasts a week, two tops. There can be snow when you leave for a two week trip, and when you come back, it'll all be gone. Which, in my opinion, sucks. This is one of my favourite seasons of the year (the other being autumn, which is also shortlived), and it doesn't last long enough. there should be more than a month gap between parkas and shorts.
But this brings me back to my point: If I lived somewhere that was more spring/fall as opposed to winter/summer, would snow become a novelty, and therefore awesome, because I'd only get it one week a year? Okay, that was unnecessary. Of course it would. That's what it's like for people in... god, i don't know, south of here.
Sun still makes me happy. And whatever my mother insists, i refuse to tan in winter. No matter how long you stay in the UV coffin, the weather outside will still suck.