The weather went from "why is it still summer" to "oh fall is almost over" overnight and I am reeling. Seasonal changes always throw me off, but this was ABRUPT.
i have a verbal version of this that i recite to myself whenever it looks like more fuckery is afoot: i've been here before and it's all temporary; including the pain. they taught me how survive it before and, because of that, i will survive it again.
i think that it would rhyme if i were british. lol
I will simply refuse to acknowledge the time change next fall. I will show up to everything one hour early and leave one hour early. I will lead humanity by example
Also I love the idea of a festival at the darkest point like "alright we made this far, it's the lowest point, lets celebrate there's nowhere to go but up" but somehow it became the most stressful and hated time of the year for me.