Autumn is one of those gifts from God where it seems like everything comes together. It’s not only pleasant to be outside, but also beautiful to see. If my mood is to be indoors, there’s plenty of things to do and get excited about indoors. The season of autumn is special all the way to the end. Thanksgiving, that most wonderful of holidays in the States, marks the official end of fall (at least for me), as the weather begins to feel exactly right and the Holiday spirits fill the air. Yes, I love the fall. It’s a shame it only comes once a year.
There is only one good thing about the summer, and it’s that it is followed by the most pleasant season of the year.
I was born in August, right in the smack of the summer, no doubt on a hot, humid and miserable day. My mom always wonders why I hate so much the season in which I was born, and my guess is that I was forever traumatized by experiencing at birth the worst of what this world has to offer. Coldness is something you can deal with by putting on more clothes and putting on a cap to keep you warm. There is nothing I can do about the heat of the summer. I can strip naked, take a cold shower, and it still won’t change the fact that I’m always hot.
There are many reasons to hate spring, but topping the list is the fact that it is a dooming reminder of the apocalyptic summer to come. Spring is when day-by-day, week-by-week, the conditions outside becomes gradually hotter and more humid, until it culminates in the arrival of the season of the unbearable. I suppose my hatred towards spring is somewhat unfair because spring is really just a collateral damage to my sheer disdain for the summer, but spring just needs to accept that life–and I–are unfair; it’s going to get blamed more for being close to something evil than being the evil itself.
My life consists of obsessions and it’s no different with music. When I buy new music, I listen to it over and over (and over and over) again until it is playing in my head and driving me insane. I then find the next music to obsess about. Because of this, many of the songs I listen to bring back a particular memory–fond and not so fond–of different moments of my life.