Winter is generally a pretty great time of the year, mostly because of the holidays, but I think God decided that in order to maintain some sense of balance (and to keep us from becoming too happy) he should also make winter one of the most god awfully terrible and confusing experiences of our lives. Some of you may hate winter because it gets so cold, or because the snow and ice can make it terrible to want to leave your house, or maybe because the wind can carry with it an impending sense of downright doom. This is not why I hate winter though.
I hate winter because it is confusing.
See, more so in winter than summer, it cools down pretty quickly in the evenings and I live on the second floor so my room doesn’t heat up quite as quickly as does everyone else’s (not because heat doesn’t rise, but because the rest of the house has to get heated before my room will, it’s not like the heat just gets sucked up the stairs) so I often times spend the nights under two or more blankets wearing full PJs. This doesn’t really bother me in the slightest, it’s actually quite comfy, but what pisses me off is when I get up and get out of bed and my room hasn’t warmed up. My first reaction is: Well, it’s still cold. Better keep my clothes on and/or put on a hoodie. But nooooooo. It just turns out that the heater turned itself off in the middle of the night because downstairs warmed up and the sun can’t warm my room because the curtains are closed. I woke up freezing my ass off yesterday and then took my dogs out and it was LIKE 68 OUTSIDE. What in the hell?!
This is confusing.