Disclaimer: I don’t know what I am talking about and this is supposed to be comedic, not scientific.
Every year I hear these people complain about battling seasonal depression in the midst of winter. I’ve lived in New England all of my life, an area known for its harsh and long winters. While Taylor Swift is doing her best to make these winters shorter and raise global temperatures, there’s still a long way to go.
Now I usually scoff at these people and their usually self-diagnosed “seasonal depression”, but temperatures in my area have recently risen above 60 degrees and something is happening to me.
The magical feeling of stepping out of my apartment in shorts and feeling the warm breath of spring air kiss my jacked legs made me pause about an hour ago. As you know, we sprang forward over the weekend resulting in an extra hour of sunlight and warmer temperatures. While I maintain daylight savings is one of the stupidest things our government created, and we’ve done some stupid things, something feels different this week. Better.
As I walk onto a bus that will take me to the class where I will write this blog, people seem friendlier, music sounds better, and my mood is not that of a student who is about to spend an hour and fifteen minutes in a classroom. Kids are throwing a frisbee outside, and instead of being jealous they don’t have somewhere worse to be, I am happy for them! What is happening to me??
Despite my hesitance to acknowledge the possibility of the seasons affecting my mood, it seems there is an annual shift in my attitude that hits in the beginning to middle of March. Is it because of the weather, maybe college basketball tournaments, the return of baseball, or perhaps excitement for my upcoming spring break?
Seeing fraternity brothers chuck die and blast house music while wearing (sick) throwback basketball jerseys while I learn how to evade taxes maximize shareholder value just turns my frown upside down. Spring is here and the winter blues are on their way out.
