For years I just figured I was crap at winter and must have had squirrels as ancestors (they don't hibernate as such, they just spend all winter tucked up under a duvet on the sofa watching girly DVDs and playing X-Box, and occasionally going outside, mugging some birds on the bird-table and taking their ill-gotten gains home, which sounds fairly perfect to me, although in my case I bake cookies rather than mugging birds), but not yer actual SAD because that's, like, a thing, right
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The thing that I've utterly failed to mention, because the damn post took me two hours to wrench out of my head and I thought I'd written the missing bit because I could feel it in the flow of words, is that this was a conversation and my interlocutor was describing Exactly How I Feel About It.
It was another of those 'Not a special little snowflake and unspeakably glad about it' moments.
Yes; I was quite shockingly relieved to hear about my grandad, and indeed to be told "That's what SAD _is_, you dolt", when I mentioned not having SAD but being crap at winter.
I'm crap at winter too, but the last time I went through a checklist of symptoms, it turns out I have all the wrong ones so I really am just crap at winter.
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If only, right?
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The thing that I've utterly failed to mention, because the damn post took me two hours to wrench out of my head and I thought I'd written the missing bit because I could feel it in the flow of words, is that this was a conversation and my interlocutor was describing Exactly How I Feel About It.
It was another of those 'Not a special little snowflake and unspeakably glad about it' moments.
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I need to be rich so I can go on cricket tour each winter.
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