August is the Sunday of the year
If you're anything like me, your soul thrives in the summer and shrivels up the rest of the year.
May and June are beacons of hope for you as your claw your way out of your cold, rainy cave and emerge a new human being in the sweet summer sun. Everything is wonderful and bright and the world is your oyster.
But then August comes and your spirit starts to decay once again. You don't know what this heavy feeling is, but you know it means something horrible is coming. August is, therefore, the awful, depressing Sunday night of the year, and there's no denying it.
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1. It feels like you're going back to school, even though you graduated years ago.
No matter how long it's been since you graduated college, August always means one thing to you — back-to-school season is approaching and it's approaching FAST. And just about everyone agrees that going back to school sucks. This feeling never goes away. There's something about August that gives you this yucky, sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. If you love summer, the end of August signifies to you that something bad is coming and there's no way of stopping it.
Sunday night, you get the same feeling. Monday is quickly approaching and no matter how much you try to will it away, it comes anyway, bringing sadness and stress with it. That same icky feeling lingers in your gut all day, starting from when you wake up and not going away until you go to bed that night. Sunday is one long countdown to the end of the weekend, much like August is to the end of summer. Both are bad, both are sad, both are unwanted.
2. Everyone's attitude is worse than it was at the beginning.
Everyone is happy on a Friday night and straight up depressed on a Sunday. Same with summer. When the summer feeling hits you at the end of May, possibilities seem endless. There's so much to do, so much time to do it, and time seems infinite. You have about three months of stuff to do and plenty of time to do it.
But then August hits. Soon you realize that you didn't go to the beach as many times as you swore you would, or you didn't see those friends you promised to text, or you didn't book that vacation that you thought you had plenty of time to plan. Your optimism crashes as a rate you can't control and suddenly you're in total despair.
Whether it's May or a Friday night, you have the best of intentions that will most likely amount to nothing.
3. Everyone tries to shove in the last of their fun.
Now that you've realized you don't have as much time as you thought you would to do all the stuff you planned on doing, you have to squeeze out every last drop of fun you can before Sept. 1 (Sept. 1 is fall, I don't care what the calendar says). This results in total panic which results in total sadness.
Just like expectations for the weekend you have on a Friday night, these plans are shot. You had two whole days to run all your errands, clean your room, and hang out with friends and you didn't do any of that. Instead, you spent the weekend like you spent the whole summer — on the couch doing nothing. You can try to cram all that stuff into the last bit of summer/the weekend, but you'll surely fail.
4. It's suddenly someone else's favorite time, and no longer yours.
People that wait for the summer to be over are the most annoying people to those who thrive in the summer. People who love their jobs and feel refreshed and ready to go on a Monday are the most annoying people to those who want to cry when their alarm goes off at 6 a.m.. They're just the worst. While you're sobbing over the fact that the thing you love is ending, Fall/Monday lovers (I'm sure they exist, they're just not my friends) are rejoicing in the fact that the thing they love is starting. This breeds a jealous feeling like no other, and I just want them to go away. Goodbye.
The end. Farewell Summer — we hardly knew ye. And August, I'll hate you always.
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