My apologies to all August lovers, but I feel like we can maybe just head straight to September.
I’ve always felt a little over Summer by the time August rolls around.
Over the heat, over the the bugs, over wearing shorts.
Now, June and July are fun. I can get behind June and July. June’s exciting because it brings the start of the Summer season which means the beach, barbecues, boating and other ‘b’s’ probably. And July’s exciting because Summer’s in full swing and if you live in America there’s 4th of July – which means fireworks and lots of food and drinking and what not.
But once August rolls around I’m over the heat, the sweating, the being tired all the time, the sweating, the mosquitos, the sweating. Also the jellyfish thrive in August so the ocean becomes more of a ‘swim at your own risk’ sort of place. And considering all of these negatives about August, there’s not even an exciting holiday to make up for the sticky heat and the jellyfish plague.
*Side story about the one time I was stung by a jellyfish:
I was in Florida on a family vacation and I was probably about 8 or 9 years old. I was swimming in the ocean with my brother who is ~4 years older than me. My little 9 year old self was running away from him in the water when I ran straight through the tentacles of a jellyfish and starting crying immediately. (Dramatic.)
Now my brother was pretty taken aback and started walking toward me asking what was wrong. And through my pain and tears I tried to be a good. person. I tried to tell him to stop walking – plant those feet – about-face – save yourself. But through my tears I think it probably just came out – “nnnnaggghhh noooo aghh.” Or something along those lines.
So while walking toward me and asking what was wrong he suddenly figured it out for himself. He walked through the jellyfish and immediately stumbled, cried out, and was then like, “oh,” while hopping around on one foot saying ow.
So now I’m 9 years old, in the middle of the ocean, crying, and also laughing hysterically. I mean I tried to warn him. What part of “nnnnaggghhh noooo aghh” didn’t he understand.
It was a sight. And my brother, who’s nice to me when it counts, carried me out of the ocean.
But that sting hurt for hours.
Okay, end story. Back to my point.
Once we get to August we might as well just jump to fall.
Starting on August 1st every year I no longer want Summer – I want sweaters and a cool breeze and colorful leaves. I want cozy scarves, and hot apple cider and, honestly – a pumpkin spice latte (and I’m not sorry about it).
I mean if someone wants to make a strong case for August I’ll reconsider. But as it stands, we can go on ahead and press that fast forward button.
Idk. What do you think? Am I being too hard on August?
(Also sorry to my mom whose birthday is in August – we don’t have to skip that day.)
Random fun fact: Peaches can apparently help reduce anxiety. In Hungary they’re referred to as the Fruit of Calmness. (They’re also part of the rose family.) Peachy.