I Think I Have Seasonal Affective Disorder/When Did I Move to Seattle?

When you don't know what else to say, talk about the weather, right? Well then here we are. I don't know if you've noticed, but - at least in the Northeast, or maybe EVERYWHERE because this is a horrible catastrophe - I'm convinced it hasn't stopped raining for more than 24 hours since October.

This is a large problem to me. I look forward summer each year because it is a final, relieving respite to me from all of the dreary, slushy, raw rainy days that seep into my loathing soul throughout the fall, winter, and spring months. That's right - I look forward to days when my school-teaching parents are home every single day with nothing to do, when lawn mowers wake me on Sundays at 7 am, and when mosquitoes feast on my sweet skin while my skin cancer risk goes up several percent with each burn shoulder I get - all because it finally stops raining.

Rain makes me so sad. How is it that something so vital to life and greenery and renewal makes everything feel so dead? Everything just looks so dreary when it rains. You don't want to get out of bed in the morning because it is still dark. And then when you finally do, you have to put on all the lights in the house, even though it's the middle of the day - prime time for natural sunlight. I hate artificial lighting. It's the strangest thing - if I wake up to a sunny day and I can let the light pour in through all of my wide open windows I feel energized and ready to do things. But if it's raining and I have to fight the natural time of day with halogen bulbs, I feel miserable. I'd rather skip the day.

Ugh, and everything is so WET. I know, this is obvious, but there is little worse than getting all ready for work or a dinner out or an afternoon at the gym and then looking outside only to find that you will have to weather a swimming pool of rain and ruined heels to get there. And then look like crap when you've arrived.

So, Rain, my friend (okay so you're not my friend but I'm appealing to your understanding side here), please take a rest at least for the summer. I need the recovery time in order to prep for your never-ending prevalence once October rolls around again. Else, I'm taking my boyfriend (my other lover, Rain) and moving to Arizona where when they can count 25 raindrops on their windshield they've had a helluva bad storm.