*WARNING* This post may induce sickness and nausea.
If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you will be aware that I’m a bit of a cynic. Yes, that’s a kind way of saying I’m a stroppy cowbag. However, being someone who comes alive when the weather turns hotter, I have been in my element for the past few weeks. Just think of it this way, vitamin D is my viagra. You may not want to think about that. The best way to describe it would be to say, it’s akin to the feeling you get when you’re falling in love.
If you know me, you’ll know it’s completely out of character…and worse still, I’m admitting it to you, but don’t go telling anyone. What I’m getting at, is I’ve been in a good mood. A romantic mood. A pleasant mood. For once, I haven’t been completely soul suckingly awful to be around. Nobody is more surprised than me. In my defence, I’m always like this in the Summer, but I live in the UK, so this side of me only presents itself for 3 or so weeks during the course of the year and rarely in one straight block.
It’s not as though everyday issues haven’t presented themselves during this time. Real life carries on. I just react differently to it. For example, my ongoing saga with my colleague continues. We’ve had the odd cringeworthy moment on nights out, but I managed to rise above it and where usually, I would go over and over it in my head until my brain emitted sparks, I’ve just made my feelings clear and carried on as normal. We’ve even been sharing an office for the last few days and have managed to get past the awkwardness enough to go out a few times. This transformation has meant I’ve been more tolerant of sky pictures on Instagram, PDAs in the park and even women with beautiful bodies wearing minute hotpants. I like this side of me. I could get used to this, but sadly we all know Autumn/Winter will be upon us soon enough and I’ll be back to being my moody, unbearable self. So enjoy it while it lasts. Aside from feeling happy, romantic and on occasion, singing out loud in public, I’ve also been somewhat braver this Summer and met up with 2 of my twitter friends. Though admittedly I’d met them both before, this time it was on a one to one basis and both were once again, delightful to have a drink and a chat with. I didn’t get that fear of real life overlapping twitter life that I did after the first (and only) tweet up I attended. I’ve put all this down to the sun.
I was feeling a little out of love with twitter earlier in the year. I felt I’d lost my twitter mojo a little, but some new friendships have formed, others have strengthened and though some have fallen by the wayside a little, that’s how life works sometimes. I don’t tweet as much as I used to, but I keep in touch with those who matter. Those who are special to me. You know who you are. I also occasionally miss those who are no longer around, but wish them well.
If all of this isn’t nauseating enough, a lot of people around me have found love in the past few weeks. They are all people I adore and I don’t even feel the slightest bit of resentment towards them. In fact, I’m so disgustingly happy for them, I’m pushing for a wedding so I can buy a new hat. Yes, I *am* a twat in a hat. I love them. In my head, I don’t look anywhere near as twattish as Olly Murs in one, though the reality may differ. In fact, I’m sure it does, but I care not a bit andthey hide my flat head. All this goes to prove that I’m not the only one whose mood is affected by the weather. I’m sure there are many more of you who delight in walking through the park or sitting in a beer garden and staring at sunsets.
Don’t get me wrong, Summer has its downsides too. I’ve been eaten alive by insects, done the hugely embarrassing ‘running away from a wasp dance,’ somehow gone through an entire can of factor 50, yet ended up with the most ridiculous tan lines you can imagine. Oh and my hair is INDESCRIBABLE.
I’ve also spent far too long just lying in a park or in bed, listening to music and daydreaming. If you watch New Girl, you’ll know what I mean when I say ‘THAT kiss’ has done nothing to snap me out of this frame of mind. I’m hoping my good fortune with the weather continues until the end of festival season. If this happens, I may become so vomit inducingly happy, you may need to stage an intervention by setting up a sprinkler system outside my house to trick my brain into thinking Summer’s over. I’m making myself feel a little ill with all this good cheer, but it’s only a matter of time before the cold returns and brings with it more mood swings, cynicism and general vile behaviour. I’m much more at home being my Queen of Narnia-esque self, so I’ll be back on familiar ground. Until then, you might just catch me singing along to Boys Of Summer in a London park somewhere, with a drink in my hand and a smile on my face.