You know, every summer there are dozens and dozens of threads about how awful the heat is, and how unbearable they find it, and the sweat, and the insects, the inability to the sleep, and the heat and the sweat and the chub rub and the heat and the swe....
I don't understand, can't relate, and actually feel quite angry about all these people wishing away the few weeks/months of warm, sunny weather we actually get here. So - and I realise this is a radical notion for some of you - I don't post on them. In fact, I hide them. Because going on them to say those people are crazy/bad/wrong and shouldn't hold that opinion, and should just get outside with a cold drink and some sun cream on and try and enjoy it feels unkind and also, pointless. They're hardly going to change their minds, and run joyfully into the sunshine.
So if you're coming here to vent your spleen about the "horrible, hot" summer, and glory in the approach of (cold, dark, damp, fucking miserable) autumn and winter, could you not? Could you, in fact, fuck the fuck off instead?
For some us, the dark evenings herald the approach of months of struggle with our mental health and ability to keep fucking going, because we find them so bloody bleak and depressing. If you don't, good for you, enjoy them. But maybe stick to the many "lovely autumn cosiness!" threads, and leave those of us who do a tiny space to be fucking miserable about it in peace.