The holidays are the worst; super hot house
I have to say, I’ve been a bit depressed lately.
I know that this is pretty standard fare for this time of year, but I am not looking forward to the full-blown mental health degradation that’s headed my way.
Every calendar year as the seasons change from Summer to fall my mental health starts to slip. When fall transitions into the dark, cold days of winter… Forget it. I am a complete mess. I hate everything about winter, from the Ice Cold air to the abundant snow. I don’t enjoy the outdoor climate whatsoever and it drives me indoors for most of my days. On top of that, I’m not even one of the humans who appreciates the holiday season. If you ask me, Christmas and Thanksgiving are extremely stressful. They are also ridiculously warm in my family. You see, we always end up going to my great grandma’s house for the holidays. She is an elderly woman with a particularly cold internal thermostat, clearly. It’s quite obvious when you walk in her house and find yourself immersed in thick, burning hot air that she is compensating for an ice cold body. Unfortunately for us, the indoor air temperature is consistently warm and unpleasant in every room. It’s nearly impossible to breathe with her furnace turned all the way up. It also doesn’t help that she likes to start a wood burning fire for extra warmth and holiday ambiance. In the middle of winter I often find myself standing in the brutally cold temperatures outdoors, just trying to escape from her excruciatingly hot house. I hate the winter.