Just when I get to thinking about how unique (and by unique, I mean weird) I am, the New York Times goes and publishes an article that describes me and everyone like me perfectly. Well, perhaps not SO unique. Witness:
Seasonal Depression Can Accompany Summer Sun
(thanks to Laiane for the tip-off to the link)
I don’t actually think I’ve got it as bad as the lady with the frozen water bottles, but I can nonetheless relate to the mood shift. I have never really enjoyed the summer, and part of me has always chalked it up to “my people” having been bred for so many thousands of years in Northern Europe. That was also my explanation for loving the climate of Northern England when I lived there in college, a quirk that my British friends found endlessly odd.
So, thanks, New York Times. I’m not so unique after all.
