I have never been a fan of november. It’s right in there with February. They are both two of the worst months of the year. And it’s not because there are no good holidays. People keep claiming that they enjoy thanksgiving, and while I can understand how someone would, I don’t all that much. The sweaters, the leaves off the trees, the terrible dinner conversations, the redskins football game, the fake smiles and all… I know this is just my situation and not everybody’s. I think I would really like to like Thanksgiving, because I’m sure when you actually miss your family and enjoy your time with them that it would be a good holiday to look forward to. But it hasn’t ever really afforded me any serious joy. I like the time off, and the hanging out with hometown friends. But the actual day, I tend to always find myself clawing to get out of my house and hang out with my friends come 8:00 pm.
But my point is, November isn’t bad because Thanksgiving is bad. It’s more than that. It’s just that there is nothing to look forward to, in the long run. Christmas is great. But until then, its lots of term papers, lots of distance between friends, lots of blowing leaves, lots of being where I don’t want to be. I’m just born for the summer, I think. Oh well. Maybe in the future, I will look back on this displeasure and say to myself – what a cynic. But until then, I am content to say: December, you better get here quick.