I was a freak.

Here's a picture of me in grade ten.


I realized today that back then, I was a freak. Why? Because I liked the winter for its short days!

Today is a rather grey day. I went downstairs to get my lunch, and it was pretty dark down there. I thought that I could open up the blinds, but then I thought, "What's the point?" Because I'm just going to be in my office upstairs all day (where the blinds are open) and by the time I go downstairs again, it will be dark again.

Why does the world have to be like this? Why does my daylight have to be so limited?? I can't even remember any good reason for me to get excited about more dark when I was in high school. Closet goth? Maybe. All I know is that for the next several months, it's going to be dark before I finish my workday every day. Ugh.

So I guess it's time for me to talk to Murray about my master plan to buy a summer house in Alaska and a winter home in southern Chile. Yay!

5 comments:

Mike Loveland said...

Cheer up Charlie! and or Always look on the bright side of life.


Two lessons by Charlie Buckets's mother and the thief next to Brian.

Rachel said...

I was just telling my mom this morning that I was going to move to Phoenix or somewhere else sunny because I'm ALREADY sick of the stupid gray skies and it's only November. SIGH!

C. said...

Reminds me of my favorite story from my grandma. Discussing how she once wrote an essay about how winter was her favorite season (living in Gary, IN no less) she succinctly summarized by saying, "Now, I look back and all I can think is, 'You fool!'"

Kristeee said...

Days like today are perfect for snuggling in bed (or at least on the couch under a cozy blanket) and reading a book. I love the sound of the rain on the roof. I don't, however, love how it gets dark at 5:15 now.

Lola said...

Oh. Sigh. I hate hate hate winter.
I just hope that I don't look like a freak like you were when I'm in the tenth grade.
Ha ha ha.
Just kidding.