When it rained briefly on Wednesday I understood that summer was finally drawing to a close. It will be time for me to change my desktop background to something more mellow and to take down the hammock in the backyard and to put away the flip-flops.
I love autumn.
That’s not what this post is about, though.
As a general rule I hate summer. I also am not fond of my own birthday, which falls in the same season. It’s for this reason (rhyme unintended) I first picked up the first Harry Potter book, because I identified so strongly with his similar attitudes.
That’s not what this post is about.
Actually, I was going to write up a list of all the things that happened this summer. I found this one atypical in that I was not bored to tears and I did not have time in my boredom to collapse under the bad thoughts that would haunt me in the heat. It was eventful. Whenever I use that word it means it involved a number of crises and exultation, and a whole lot of mood swings.
So, this summer I have:
- aced my psychology class
- tasted rose cardamom ice cream
- been on the train 5 times
- spent 6 nonconsecutive late hours wrapping egg rolls
- seriously contemplated running away from home and made appropriate preparations
- lied
- been told the truth
- thrown tantrums
- cried myself to sleep
- reread my favorite book
- read a new favorite book
- been tremendously inspired
- cut my hair shorter than I ever remember having it
- done unmentionable thug life Thursday activities
- slept in the garage
- almost fell asleep in my backyard around midnight
- been given a bloody nose
- stared and stared at the full moon
- been forgiven
- had multiple people upset with me all at the same time
- been called a whore
- been called beautiful
- been called an asshole by someone I wish thought better of me
- been accused of stubbornness
- ripped out pages from a journal
- saw pages of my journal go down the shredder
- sat next to a man smoking a pipe
- attempted vegetarianism
- memorized three pages of a four page poem
- danced
- been to Sacramento (not that impressive)
- figured out three unrelated wordplay related things
- reevaluated my stance on faith
- contemplated the meaning of life, again, again
- watched the sunrise from a car, appreciated the cliché brilliance
- saw the sea the way Homer saw it, wine-dark
- decided that when I grow up I want to be a well-dressed old lay like the ones I’m meeting
- reevaluated myself
Suspension of disbelief 