I have stumbled upon a rather intriguing thought in my hungover state. I think I’ve figured out exactly why Irish people are so consumed with apathy. It’s the poxy weather’s fault!
Here, we don’t experience a change of the seasons per se – winter is getting warmer and summer is just getting wetter – so in a way, we’re not really afforded the impetus to make changes in our own lives. Elsewhere, the summer starts and people are inspired to overhaul their own lives. But here the weather is always just….weather. And everything in life sort of stays the same. Don’t kill me for this generalisation, but I think as a nation we’re becoming more complacent, passive and lazy by the day. Either way, now you know what to blame when you can’t get your arse to the gym.
Seriously though chapesses, having to deal with the onset of SAD in July is a fucking joke. Adding insult to injury, there are no boys around to have (very) sexy kisses with in the rain. Arse.
Anthea McTeirnan
Croí na Duibhlinn
Aoife Barry
Aoife McLysaght
Arlene Hunt
Attracta McCarthy-McKenna
clairehennessy
Ann Cronin
Amanda Brown
Eleanor Fitzsimons
Edel Coffey
Anna Carey
Lauren Murphy
Jennie Ridyard
Jude Leavy
Hazel Katherine Larkin
Léan Ní Chuilleanáin
Leigh
Lisa McInerney
Laura Slattery
Maman Poulet
Megan McGurk
Clare Kleinedler
Molly
Rosita Boland
Catherine Crichton
Sinéad Gleeson
sarahefranklin
siobhandowling
Susan Daly
theantiroom
Nuala Ní Chonchúir
Now, just playing devil’s advocate here, but have you considered that hangovers and alcohol consumption might be just as much to blame for Irish apathy as the weather? Not to sound prim – you know I enjoy a vodka as much as the next girl – but when I stop drinking I have more energy and more brain cells and just generally a bit more spark. It usually only lasts three weeks because after that I’m bored out of my gourd.
Having said that, I did see an ad for a SAD light in the paper last week and laughed my arse off.
What are you implying exactly? It’s only my third hangover of the week…
You do have a point, though. I just like to force the blame on something else outside of my control.
Seriously, do you not think that this weather is such a buzzkill?
Hurhur, weather is a buzzkill completely. Even when it’s sunny, like yesterday, you can’t enjoy it because you’ve dressed with the expectation of bad weather so then you’re like, ‘gawd this weather is so bloody warm, grumble’.
We’ve had higher than average rain fall this month and I love it. I find the rain a big comfort.
The only thing worse than bad weather here is the tantalising promise of good weather, which never quite materialises. Like today.
Kisses in the rain aren’t terribly sexy either… frizzy hair, streaky mascara, and someone invariably ends up getting poked with an umbrella spoke.
Harumph.
I totally concur Catherine about the promise of good weather. And yet somehow we keep on hoping for the best. With the right conditioner, getting a snog in the rain is HELLA sexy. Leave the brolly at home and give it a lash.
Medbh, that’s an interesting and quite lovely way to think about the rain. Why comforting?
What I hate is that I basically wear the same clothes all year round because there’s rarely a chance to wear nice, light things. It’s summer and I’m still wearing black opaque tights with skirts, for eff’s sake!
This summer I bought NO summer clothes. None! But, I got a fab raincoat in Penney’s (floral) for the Lecky Picnic which is now getting great wear. Go figure, as our USA sisters might say.
We’ve had higher than average rain fall this month and I love it. I find the rain a big comfort.
When I was in America on my J1, many years ago, I actually found myself missing rain after a few months. But that was after a few months of constant, gorgeous sun, which took a bit of getting used to in itself. It took weeks before I could accept that it was actually going to stay warm for more than a couple of hours at a time and bring myself to out in the evenings with bare arms and no back-up cardigan or jacket.
I do think the crappy weather does have an effect on people’s general mood. It’s just so dreary. And as others have said, you don’t know what the hell to wear because the weather’s so unreliable – you’re always going to end up too hot or too cold at different times of the day. Bah! Stupid Irish weather!