5 Reasons Why I Hate October

5 Reasons Why I Hate October

There are twelve months in the year; 365 days. However, there are 31 consecutive days that I absolutely hate. Yes I realize hate is a strong word, and I think it adequately describes my detest of October.

1. Experiment: type October into google images and what comes up? Who care's! It's all orange. ORANGE! ORANGE!!!! Of all the colours in the world, all the shades within the spectrum, orange is the ugliest colour of them all. I'm sorry to all of you who think orange is a phenomenal colour, but you're wrong. Orange is the colour that we all avoid. Have you ever seen someone and said "Hey! I love your orange shirt!!". No, you haven't. Having previously working in Price Chopper where the store colours were orange and blue, you already have a strong detest for that colour. But seriously, name something "good" that is orange... can't think of anything? Neither can I. And to make matters worse, orange cannot be paired with anything without having *negative* connotations. Orange and Green: you look like a pumpkin. Orange and Black: you're too eager for Halloween. Orange and Blue: Price Chopper. Orange and anything: ugly.
2. If you actually did the google images experiment, you see a bunch of pictures of pumpkins. No I don't have anything against pumpkins, but "Jack-o-lanterns", yes I have a problem with you. First of all, WHAT A WASTE OF PUMPKIN!!! You spend good money ($2.99 this week at FreshCo) for a decent sized squash, and what do you do with it? You throw out all the insides, you know the part that's meant for eating, and keep the outer shell! The shell - the part that is completely useless! And then you have the audacity to carve "cute" little faces in the pumpkin. That is so much wasted effort. You don't carve faces into bananas or apples, so why are we defacing the poor pumpkin. What a total waste of time, money and pumpkin. Oh, and pumpkins stink... just sayin'.
3. My third reason can get me into a bit of trouble. But I actually hate Halloween (and no, hate is not strong enough to describe it). My parents, thank the LORD, did not subject me to this stupid practise of begging. Yes, I had my share of dress up as a child, it was my favourite game, but this "Halloween" thing, didn't exist in my childhood. First of all it teaches your children begging and greed. They go door to door demanding candy from neighbours ("trick or treat" really means, give me candy or don't waste my time. No one wants a treat). Then it turns into a competition of greed and hoarding, who can get the most candy. I've always gotten my share of snack-sized candy and mini bags of chips that last no longer than a week during October, but I've never had to do this door-to-door soliciting for it. And I don't know about you, but I don't like being scared. I don't like bats or spiders or vampires and all that other nonsense. I don't like the dark. And I don't like orange. All of the uglinesses that October and Halloween in compass.
4. Yes, I agree that the leaves changing colour is pretty (it's the only adjective I can think of), but it's a lot of work. I wasn't that kid who loved to jump in the leaves, because on what would have been my first experience of leave jumping, there was a truck load of bugs in our pile of leaves! After that, heck-to-the-no! But once you grow up, you can't enjoy those types of things anyway. Growing up means you have to rake those pretty leaves. So much work! And it always seems to come out of nowhere. You leave work and all is nice, come home and its the leafpocalypse. Didn't see that one coming did ya...
5. Once October 1st rolls around you know summer is over and we're on the downward spiral to winter. I live in Canada. Winter is cold. I don't like it. Once October rolls around, the sun seems to peace out, nasty cold air rushes in, and this year, it rains- all.the.time! After the rain goes away, we always get a few days of nice weather and then BAM. snow... Ugh! Then the countdown begins till summer.

There are a plethora of additional reasons as to why I hate October. Every October first, I think "30 days till we put up our Christmas tree... how many days till Christmas". But it all comes down to this... October is awful because of ORANGE!!! UGH!

xoxo

DR

A Letter to My Former Self

A Letter to My Former Self

Dear Sixteen Year Old Me,

You will surprised, and very pleased at how things turned out. You’re still the same dork 5 years later as you were then. You still love things that are intended for children, regardless of your age. You are still an avid fan of Disney movies and teenie-bopper music. Your taste hasn’t changed.

The friends you made in your first year of high school will still remain your closest friends, but as life goes, you will lose a few other friends. The drama you had then will seem very insignificant later on in life, however, as long as there are other people involved in your life, there will always be some type of drama. 

Just you wait, your boy crazy days will come to an end! You will eventually have your first boyfriend, first love, and first heartbreak. You will get over it- it won’t be easy, but it’ll happen. You’ll even fall in love again *crazy*. Together with your new love you will plan your future. Whether that happens or not, you’re happy and content.

After much searching, you will finally discover who you really are. It took awhile, but you’ll get there. No more following what other people do, say, and wear, you will become “the real you”. You will be very confident, outgoing, and a friend to everyone. You will feel beautiful regardless of what you wear and how you look. Believe it or not, you will finally stop seeking the approval of everyone else, so long as you yourself approve. You will stay true to your likes and dislikes, and hold fast to your morals and beliefs.

You may think now you need a cell phone to be cool, but 4 years later, you will need a cell phone to survive; and not just any old phone, but a smart phone. And although you have the same job as you did then, you’re in university gaining an education for a better career. 

Sixteen year old me would be very proud of twenty-one year old me. 

Sincerely, 

Twenty-one Year Old Me

Just a heads up...

Just a heads up...

...to all you men out there:

If you want to keep your girlfriend, instead of planning for your "future together" all alone, include her.

It works out for the better in the end.

Just saying...

DR