Stuck for the summer

Took me a while to follow through with investing in the SquareSpace and domain subscription, considering the dire financial straits I've found myself stuck with this summer. But then again, with all the time I've paid for with the money I don't have, I probably needed to commit to this thing for my own damn self.

That said, I always get the feeling that summer is way over romanticized in everything. Amongst friends, whenever you watch a movie, in popular song, when it's winter. In my entire adult life, I think there's only one summer I've ever fully embraced.

Every June to August, I find myself at some weird point with myself and career/family/life. It's not necessarily a low point (like summer 2010, 2016). It could be a mix of highs and lows (2008, 2012, 2013). Sometimes I find it to be just too freakishly busy for me, when it's vacation and chill time for others (2009, 2014, 2015, 2017). Save for 2011, in my decade of adulthood, I've never had a summer with all those romantic trappings of the season. Summer 2018 is headed for a low point with a chance of mixed results.

When I was a kid, I don't think I enjoyed summers much either. The thing I remember most about summers was boredom. Getting pinched in the ear into praying the rosary and novenas everyday. Pollen and ragweed allergies that kept me on the couch with a moist towel on my face. Missing friends because I wasn't really allowed to hang out and they would be away on vacations anyways. Positive summer associations from my childhood include "camping" with the various regional associations my parents were a part of, Pokemon, New Jersey, and sometimes North Carolina. When I was a teenager, there was one really crazy mid-year period that was definitely memorable for being an extremely teenage summer. For the most part, I wished I was back in school.

It could also be that I have a summer birthday and I'm not a "birthday person."

Dang, the first real post was a real emo one.