This post is dedicated to all the people who don’t like summer, who even hate summer (I know, hatred is a bad feeling but it actually exists) and who feel miserable during summer. We’re more than you think and everyone has their own reason.
Once I used to think I was weird, because the whole world loves summer, so why don’t I? I have already written that I used to like summer during my teenage years. It meant the end of school, three months of sea, beach, get irresponsibly tanned and going out every night, not only on Saturday. But when highschool was over, and my teenage years were over, summer just became an endless season of heat and, as Francis Scott Fitzgerald wrote in “The Side of Paradise”, an unfulfilled promise, or something similar.
Then I realized many people don’t like summer but are kind of shy about declaring it. People don’t understand us so when we get to know someone like us, we immediately have sympathy for them. We should found a club!
Summer is not ended, yet. Meteorological summer will be over in about three weeks but for most of people holidays are over and the end of holidays means the end of summer, in a certain way, right? For people who dislike summer the feeling is that, hopefully, the worst is over. No more heat waves (but with this crazy weather, who knows?), smelly people, people who go to the restaurants dressed like they’re going to the beach, mosquitos, anything good on TV, people who keep on asking “what’s wrong with you?” saying that who dislikes summer is crazy.
Sometimes I wonder, I even hope, I will love summer again but it seems improbable. I admit the holidays of some people I follow on Instagram almost made me think summer can be beautiful. If only it lasted less…
The preview image is a detail from “When The Heart is Young” by John William Godward.