I do not like winter.
I like the idea of winter. I like the idea of big fluffy snowflakes, and fuzzy warm scarves, and drinking hot chocolate while sitting next to the fireplace with a good book. I think about this a lot during the hot, sticky summer, because Indiana summers are always hot and sticky.
And then winter actually arrives and I realize I’ve been basically idealizing it, and that I don’t actually like it all that much.
(Wow, I’d be in big trouble if I were from Game of Thrones! I’d probably be one of the first characters to die because I’m pretty sure that there is, sadly, no hot chocolate in Westeros.)
Winter, how do I dislike thee? Let me count the ways…
Reasons To Hate Winter
+ It’s bitterly cold outside. In the American Midwest, one bakes during the summer and is flash-frozen during the winter. And I live on the edge of this region, so the seasons here aren’t even as extreme as they are in more central locales!
+ And I have to put on many layers of clothing just to go outside. I hate bundling up just to, I don’t know, go fetch the mail or something. Blech.
+ It’s cold inside. OK, not all the time, but still! My feet get cold! And there’s nothing worse than stepping out of a nice warm shower into chilly air…
+ I don’t have very many wintery clothes. I only own two sweaters that I actually like, and one of them is too flimsy for winter and is actually better suited to late spring / early fall. So I end up wearing the same hoodie for most of the season. (I do wash it, though, in case you were wondering. And when it’s in the wash I wear that one sweater.)
+ Icy roads are a pain to drive on. I don’t think I would’ve been in such a hurry to grow up and receive my driver’s license if I’d known that slick roads and sleety days are worrying and annoying. (Also, I have having to go outside to start the car and let the engine warm up five or ten minutes before I even leave for my destination.)
+ We never seem to be as busy during the winter as we are during the rest of the year. Which means we don’t go very many places. I used to think I didn’t like going places, but then I realized that I love getting out of the house… I just don’t like talking to other people while I’m at it!
+ The sun sets waaaaaay too early in the evening. Some days I barely see the sun at all, and then it STILL gets dark outside by, like, 5 PM! Ugh. By dinnertime it’s so dark that it feels as though we were eating at midnight.
+ I experience a strong case of the winter blahs. Probably due to a combination of reduced hours of daylight and a lack of busy-ness. I become mopey and tired and bored.
+ I don’t exercise as much during the winter. And then I feel guilty about it. But I hate the cold! I hate running around outside when it’s freezing!
+ The snowflakes around here don’t even know what they’re doing. As in, sure, it snows… but often not that much until January or February. Sometimes we’re lucky enough to have a “white Christmas,” but usually even then it’s just a light dusting of snow on the ground.
+ I hate shoveling snow. Enough said.
+ I’m not allowed to have snow days unless there is so much snow that it has covered the floor and is blocking the path from my bedroom to the kitchen table. Oh, the woes of being a homeschooler. One’s parents can make up some very cruel rules.
Wow… I used the word “hate” quite a few times in this post! But winter is a HUGE PAIN IN THE BUTT, so I feel that it’s justified. Stay tuned for Tuesday’s post, in which I attempt to determine whether or not winter has any good qualities.
Not that they could ever make up for the cold and other ickyness.
What about you, dear readers? Do you love winter, or do you find yourself wishing it were over already? Has it snowed yet where you live? And most importantly, why are winter coats always so annoyingly puffy? They make whoever wears them look like a brightly colored marshmallow with arms!