Published on 12, July, 2020
Anyone else have this?
Where most look forward to ever more daylight, it's around now that I start to miss in advance the clear delineation between day and night. That first evening leaving work and it's still daylight depresses me profoundly in a way I can't quite explain. The aggressive insistence of Spring I suppose.
I'm really going to miss my 4.30 pm twilights, but I suppose if we had our personal favourite seasons (autumn/winter in my case) all year round we'd never appreciate them to the extent we do.
Anyone else understand/have this reversal of the more conventional form of SAD? It's not that I won't get *something* out of the warmer months of flourishing nature, but witnessing Spring's birthpains is like an assault on the senses. Daffodils kind of disgust me - they're so raw, the early shock troops of the season, forced out of the soil into cold harsh misery and screaming in pain. Crocuses too. Like the visual equivalent of being near chopped raw onions or something. Snowdrops at least look more pleasant and delicate, but they're so impertinently 'early' - can we just have winter for now please, thanks? Anyone get this, or am I just sounding insane?
I took a supplement I thought would help me sleep but it's had the opposite effect. And here I am bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Hate it when that happens. Thought my posts might be the cure for insomnia, but maybe not
I daren't go to sleep in case I have a nightmare about daffodils screaming in pain
I used to be good at wee poems and things at school, but have no creative impulses that way as an adult. The very best of poetry is so good that it's too daunting an arena for me, so light parody is as far as I'll go on that front!
Arggh!
*squeals*
If you don't hear from me again they have got me
I blame the Triffid-like daffs.
And here I am wondering if I killed the conversation. I enjoyed it anyway and think it came to a natural conclusion. It has to end with someone.
You're very poetic. Does that relate to any part of your life or are you just good with it
These supplements are paying off
Better!
Very spike milligan
I wandered lonely as a clown
that floated high on booze and pills
when all at once and with a frown
I saw some effing daffodils …and the day was ruined
She toggled with that idea but it didn't work
Oh I see what you mean. She zipped her way through it? That doesn’t work at all
I don't think I will look at Daffodils in the same way this year!
You could write your own version of the famous Wordsworth poem. I imagine it would be brilliantly original.
I was expecting a punchline but there wasn't one haha!
I knew someone who had a phobia of hurdling but they overcame it.
I'm not sure if that works.
I can't imagine having a phobia of such an every day item.
Now I will have the Jonathan Creek theme stuck in my head while I try to sleep
Oh I know someone with that too. She had it as a child then mostly overcame it.
*gulp*
Maybe this thread should've been titled 'The Danse Macabre thread'.
Very poetic.
Slight off topic but anything goes at this time. Your aversion to daffs reminds me of a girl I once knew who had a phobia of buttons
The summer flowers that follow know no such suffering