Summer Bummer

I don't understand why so many like Summer. While they are described as "hot" by many, I agree that their face reminds me of the sun: blinding to the human eye, boiling our skin with a searing gaze. Their small talk leaves me with petty burns and a sense of sheer exhaustion.

When they speak, it's only mosquitos that pour from their lips, out for my blood. Just being near them makes me sweat in discomfort, and their ideas of "fun" are asking me to just stay indoors and avoid them. They are as salty as their beaches, as dry as scorching deserts. I've tried hanging out with them, but all they do is ruin my ice cream and push me to the ground with it. Once they made me fall ill at an amusement park, and another time angered a hornet to sting me at a skatepark! They may open up exciting events during their prime, but the unbearable heat they bring with it can taint what were supposed to be good memories.

I could go on and on about why I prefer the whimsical and warm Spring, cool and spooky Autumn, or even cold yet festive Winter, but just saying what I've said so far is bringing more unwanted attention to them.

I think they've had enough people call them "sultry" (more for the humidity than anything else).