Bonds of sea and fire

Okay, so about a week ago, the weather suddenly changed from rainy and cold, to magnificent and splendid (summer-like). I closely identify myself with summertime. It is by far my favorite season, and I truly feel alive when the weather is warm enough where I can just jump out of bed without being cold. To be corny, I feel like I'm walking on sunshine in the summertime. This strikes me as strange since in the past, I used to favor the winter much more to summer.

Now many of you know what my favorite question is, and not being one to disappoint, I'm going to ask it again. Why?

Okay, so let's analyze the past first, and then we'll step into the future. In the past, winter was my favorite season. I can think of one good reason why this was so: My birthday is in December. Now some of you may think, "oh, he liked the winter because that's when he would get gifts for his birthday". Well, that's actually not the reason. I've never been a greedy person, and while I enjoy getting gifts, I could have lived without them. So then what does my birthday have to do with me liking winter? Well, this may sound silly, but up until that point in my life, I could never identify what my favorite season was, so I decided that maybe I should just choose the season I was born in.

Hey, it made sense to me.

I just wanted to be able to say I had a favorite season. Don't ask me why, it's inexplicable. So if you look at it that way, it becomes easy to understand how I switched from liking winter to liking summer. Well, I guess it wasn't really a switch, considering that I had no real affinity with winter. What I find is the better question is why did I choose summer? Why not some other season?

Well, I'm sure plenty of you can come up with reasons for liking summer. It's a great season after all. But what reasons do I have for liking it so much? Let's dive in, shall we?

One thing that I would like for you to know about me is that I love the beach. Love it. I said love. Am I making this clear? I love the sand between my toes, I love jumping into crashing waves, I love how I can't breath in deep without coughing after I leave the beach. I feel as though the beach is where my soul belongs. Because of this, I actually get frustrated that I wear glasses. That probably doesn't make any sense, let me explain: when I go in the water, I have to take my glasses off, and so I can't enjoy the view while I'm in the water. Maybe I should suck it up and buy contacts... or get lazer eye surgery. Hmm... anyways, where was I?

Oh yea, so the beach. Actually, my favorite activity to do is to just walk up and down the shore line. To me, there's nothing like an uncrowded beach at high sun. Owning beach front property is my idea of a dream home.
Look at that. Look at it!
I mean wow, I dream to own a home like that one day. I can't say that my life will be complete until I do.

I'm talking to much about the beach, maybe I should move on.

Well, there is just one more thing I wanted to say in regards to the beach: I want to be a lifeguard at some point in my life. The idea just appeals to me so much... look at the url of this blog. Did you ever notice that?
hehe, I'm such a card. I think I'll write about the lifeguard thing some other time though.

So anyhow, the beach isn't the only thing about summer that I like. I just love being in warm weather. Heat rarely bothers me, but it takes only a little amount of cold to make me uncomfortable. When given the choice between hot or cold weather, I'll always opt for warm. Oh, by the by, did you know that most people in California complain about the heat when it's actually not that hot? Haha, it was over 100 degrees out when I was there, but 80 degrees and humid in New York feels so much hotter. Silly Californians don't know how good they have it.

I also tan very easily. 1 day out in the sun is all I need for a significant change in skin color. It's the guinea grease I suppose.

So yea, it's pretty easy to see why I would like summer, but I'm still not satisfied. There's something more to this and I know it. There has to be another reason why I prefer summer to the other three seasons. What about emotional reasons?

I'm not talking about personal stories that I have relating to summer, I'm talking about the season's ability to affect me emotionally. I'll give you a recent example:

About a week ago, the first day when the weather was what I like to call 'perfect', I decided to go out with some of my friends for lunch. We were driving in my friend's brand new Dodge Charger SRT8, a beast of a machine. My friend isn't one for speed limits, and so we were traveling at high velocities down this nice residential district with lots of nicely made homes, green parks, etc. The wind was whipping through my hair, I was enjoying my friend's company, and then I suddenly got depressed. I'm still in school. I had finals to study for. I was going to be trapped here for another few weeks. This all of a sudden felt like agony. I felt like my soul was trying to escape this place, but to no avail. In short, I had to endure the end of the semester. Then the weather started depressing me; I could be anywhere in the world at that moment, and could have been enjoying that beautiful day to it's maximum capacity, but I was stuck in a working world, where freedom never truly exists.

This just made me very sad. I may never get to a point in my life where I can just roam the beach and not worry about finances, obligations, or desires. Or if I ever do get to that point in my life, it might not be in the prime of my life, when I would be able to enjoy it most. To this day I still get upset about this. I really do feel like I won't be able to enjoy freedom on my terms.

So, to make my point, that one day a week ago brought out a lot of emotions for me. Emotions that the other three seasons have never been able to bring out.

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Wait a tick, that's not true. What about that one day in winter that I described to you all as the greatest day of my life? That was certainly emotional. Hmm...

Okay so before when I said that winter was only chosen because I wanted a favorite season wasn't the whole truth apparently. I do know that that was the initial reason for me to like winter, but I guess over time I slowly found things in Winter that I enjoyed; that day that I described to you being one of them.

So then that leaves us in a pickle, doesn't it? Why then do I prefer summer now?

It's not because of emotion like I previously thought... maybe it has to do with the physical? In the past I used to be "chubby". Since then, I have lost a lot of weight, and now the cold weather gets to me a lot easier than it used to. On the other hand, the heat rarely bothers me. It would be high 90's and humid outside, and I'll go running for an hour and not be incredibly bothered by it. Could that be the reason why I switched? Cause I lost weight?

...that's kind of boring.

I don't really think that that is the reason, or at least I hope not. The only problem is, I think I'm stuck at this point. I think I'll just have to come back later and touch this post up a bit, if I feel so inclined.

So I think this is a good time to ask a question,

Do you know that you love something when it makes you happy? or when it makes you sad?

Can you be happy if sadness didn't exist? Think about it, if sadness is the opposite of happiness, then if one doesn't exist, then the other would have no meaning...

Stay frosty.