It’s become an issue.
The Summer months tend to bring me down to to languish in the darkest parts of my psyche. When the sun is out, raising the ambient temperature to the 80s and 90s, when the trees turn green, when the flowers bloom, when the normal humans go outside to dance and develop bronzed skin, I find it hard to smile.
Friends have commented that my humor becomes darker, my mood more temperamental. I shy from new experiences, I eat less, and I can’t manage to get a smile in the morning. My charming demeanor turns into that of a grizzled 80 year old gold prospector looking for gold in 1849.
Normally, I cherish my slightly darker demeanor. But it seems when everyone else is smiling, I get depressed.
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your still okay in my book :)
It was so nice to get your note, Stephen. I think about you often and wonder how you’re doing. I’m glad you’re still catching up with me. The summer tends to bring me down as well. I think it’s because I’m forced to look at myself because I have more time to do so. Just know that I care about you! I’m gonna have to go have coffee with you soon.
jps*