That’s right. I said it.
Is it just me, or does anyone else notice how prone we are towards conflict and unhappiness in the wintertime. What is the solution! I swear, its happened nearly every year. From many people’s testimonies, I’ve seen that it is always hard to make it through january and february without having some sort of relationship issue, or a falling out with a friend, or general depression, or a spiritual slump with God, or school conflict, or mood problems, or jumping to conclusions, or a general unsettled and impatient disposition. What is it!
Could it be that sunshine and warm air elevates our moods, and we dont read into things as much? Or that cold air and ice make our brains doubt other people or get defensive about things? It just always seems to happen: Summer – good. Winter – bad. Is that a reflection of the symbolism of light and darkness, heaven and hell, perhaps? If heaven’s glory is like the sun, and hell is like the icy floor of Cocytus, where the rivers of hell have frozen over (according to Dante), then maybe this problem has something to do with the distance of the sun to the earth. Maybe Satan gets to us more in the winter, because the sun is physically farther away from the earth. There is less light in the wintertime – more darkness. The warmer it is, the more light there is on the earth. And the closer the sun is to earth, the farther satan wants to be from the earth.
Yeah, I don’t really buy that, it’s just a theory.
But it could be a self fulfilling prophecy. If we expect the winter to be bad and our thoughts to be heavy, and our relationships to get worse and our moods to be depressed, then that could be the reason that they are. But I tried to defeat it this winter, and it just didn’t happen. I try to stay positive, but I always sort of fall back into this slump. And then BAM! when the first day of April is here, I swear I switch gears entirely. It must be pheromones or something. I am a different person in April. I am in love with everyone in April.
Maybe we just all need to move to Florida. That’s what my great aunt Lois did, and she is, without a doubt, quite a happy person.
Get lost, February. No one likes you. Go back to the hell from whence you came.