I swear to god, there's something about autumn that gives me the pip. I used to think it's because this is when most of my family/friend deaths have occurred but now I think it has to do with something chemical because that's how I think these days. Everyone's a big sack o'chemicals. That's enough to give anyone an outlook lower than a toad's knee.
But in the autumn I'm peeled, totally raw. I thought when you get older, it's harder to get all jittery and sad because you have experience and know what's going on. Yeah, but it's experience in getting jittery and sad, dude.
The most unlikely things send me into a decline. The sight of an nearly wrecked swing-set in someone's back yard. A nicely carved pumpkin sagging a bit. An empty popcorn bag in a pile of leaves. In fact I'd say just about anything that has the air of being abandoned and near its end.
WTF? If those images showed up in some post-modern short story, I'd give the writer a big red F. No fair they have power in real life, especially when my house, which is covered in a layer of dog fur and neglect has no emotional impact (as in a dire need to clean) whatsoever.
Here's what I have learned after years of slogging through Autumnal Despair/Panic/Meh (depending on day and time): I'll have to get my ass in gear and fake it. Clean anyway. Go running. Interact with cheerful people and not smite anyone. Buy Halloween candy and not eat it all.
I did cheer up when I read the hundreds of clever, snarky comments on this thread. Maybe it's time to go read SBTB again because that works too.