summers are overrated (no question mark)

I am in a platonic relationship, with my air conditioner. It is almost 40° Celsius out there and the humidity makes a person feel like they are in a bucket full of slime. My nose and back are red as an apple because I dared to sit in the sun for 5 minutes. And people still look forward to summer!

Let’s get into the topic. Summers are overrated. It is the the time when people do nothing for a full 3 months, at least for my age group which I will be only considering while writing. After 9 months of school, we find it rewarding to do nothing for months.

Honestly, I hate the idea of not doing anything. Sure, taking a break from all the chaos and clearing our minds is relaxing, but I am a “routine” person. I like routines, not sameness. I like it when days become organized. Then I won’t have to worry about doing nothing but lying down on my bed watching How I Met Your Mother.

I find it peaceful to devise small things throughout a routine to brighten a day. It can be seeing your friend on Wednesdays during club hours, it can be going to the canteen with your buddies to eat salted green apples. Under all that routine, these things are enough to make my day. That is what I like about routines. 

People are like dogs; some are winter some are summer dogs. They are the happiest in their season. Of course, summer can make someone very joyful and make them feel alive if they are a summer person. But as a winter dog, I am not a fit for summer. I love to curl in a corner with my blanket to watch my favorite show; wear UGGs, sweaters, coats, scarf… I love how our house makes sounds when the wind is too strong. 

Another point that I am sure everyone agrees is with that after 2017, summers were not “summering” The summer drama shows on TV got more cliche, the hotels got more boring, and the weather got more annoying. The atmosphere is not the same. People changed. It is like a supervillain shooted their laser to the world and suck out the energy. 

Another theory is that maybe it is because we grew. As our frontal lobe developed it might have squished the part of our brain reserved only for summer. When we were kids we didn’t have to worry about our friends meeting up without notice because a single call our mommy did to invite Tommy and his mother was all that mattered. We didn’t have to worry about repeating outfits because the jumpsuit with Princess Jasmine’s face printed all over it was our favorite one and it didn’t matter whether it was the 15th time we wore it in a month.

Maybe it is because the only big issue we had at that time was how our favorite plushie was forgotten and left alone in the house. And maybe the reason I don’t like summer is because whenever I get tired from hot I can’t climb up to my daddy and make him carry me, or because I can’t wear my HelloKitty shirt with my matching pink hat anymore. 

Sure, I still love the feeling of the pool after a hot day and I still enjoy drinking drinks with 20 ice without someone telling me I am going to get sick. Each season has its merits and its bad sides. We might have to learn to not pick a favorite and enjoy life with its versions. At least I will try to love all, except summer.