Shut Up And Listen 229

Summer Sucks

I am so fucking bored. Seriously. I slept until two today and then have spent the rest of the day watching Aqua Teen Hunger Force on DVD. And it was basically torture in a slow, boring kind of way. When the fuck did summer go from being an exciting, fun time to be mind-numbingly boring? When did the prospect of going back to school in September look so damn good? When did I become a boring-ass adult?

It was actually last summer that I noticed how much I hated summer. It was then that I sat up in a cold sweat upon realising that I liked the school year. I fucking enjoyed that shit. Never mind the fact that while I was doing it, I cursed every second of it. The getting up early, the doing essays, the sitting through boring lectures, the reading of shitty books, all of it annoyed me and I counted the seconds until I had free time. Then, I'm given four months of free time basically (except for a job that required I go in twice a week) and it was hell. I missed the routine, the lectures, the reading (which is funny because up until this past year, I barely did any of the reading I was supposed to, preferring to read books of my own choice), the boredom, and all of that other shit. It's sick.

The worst part of summer is the lack of motivation to do anything. Sure, I go into work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but beyond that, I never feel motivated to do anything. And strangely enough, this free time hurts one of the things I care most about: writing. During school, I often have my binder with my notes for class out, but also my spiral notebook full of ideas for shit I'm writing, and in an effort to keep from falling asleep in class, I fill that fucker up. The prof will say something that will get me thinking and end up giving me a great idea. Now, though, I sleep until two in the afternoon and spend the rest of the day watching TV or something. I don't have the discipline to be able to block that shit out yet. Sure, I write a little, but not nearly as much as I do for those eight months when I'm at university.

Not to mention the fact that TV in the summer sucks. The highlight of my TV watching day is reruns of The Wonder Years at 7:30 pm. How sad is that?

Then there's this column. There hasn't really been any events happening lately that have just set me off. That summer relaxation feel seems to have hit even the bigger events. Take the London bombings for example. Yeah, they were big, horrific, and all of that, but something about them just didn't seem as big as terrorist attacks usually would. It could be the British attitude towards them, but I think it's also that summer "yeah, yeah, whatever" attitude that just permeates the entire season. I can't remember the last time I was ranting angrily about something political. Everyone is either on vacation it seems or just doesn't give a fuck.

Hell, even I don't really give a fuck. Yeah, summer sucks, but it'll pass soon enough. What worries me is that someday I'll look back on this and consider this some of the best times of my life. Now that would be sad.