My deep dark secret - or better titled - The Post in which I prolly lose a bunch of friends and get hate comments.

I've been doing some catching up on reading all my favorite blogs and Facebook status's and I am feeling a theme.  So much so, that I now feel like a freak of nature.  A FREAK I SAY!

It's because..........

I hate Fall.

There I said it.  I typed it.  Out.Loud. 

I hate Fall.  I hate Autumn.  I hate Halloween.

*gasp*

For reals dude.  I don't like it all.

When everyone else is oohing and ahhing over the leaves changing colors, the crispness to the air, the sweaters, warm socks, hot cocoa, Halloween decorations, all things orange, black and harvesty-colored, I am feeling sick inside

While for others, the change of the season brings feelings of renewal with the kids going back to school.  It's a new season.  A new start.  New school clothes.  I am dreading every morning and wondering if I can pull myself out of my warm bed.

I want the sun beating down on me.  I want my car so hot when I get it in after work, that you feel the heat soak right into your very bones.  I want flip flops and t-shirts.  I want running shorts and tank tops. 

Instead, fall means bundling up to run outside (if I get the courage), or it's the dreadmill.  It's boots, coats, gloves, scarves and umbrella's.  It's frost on the grass.  It's cold in the air.  It's dead leaves.

Fall is not the season of renewal for me.  It's the season of death.  The leaves fall off the trees and, the flowers wilt up, the grass goes yellow and pretty soon everything is just gray.  Death gray.

And Halloween?  Don't even get me started. 

Okay, get me started.  I know it's supposed to be fun and cute and blah, blah, blah - but I think it's stupid.  Really?  Don't you feel a tich embarrassed to be dressed up as something or someone other than who you are and then teach your kids to go around knocking on doors asking for candy?  And I hate the whole spookiness of it all.  Not for any religious reasons, it just seems so.... so.....dumb.

To me anyway. 

And please, no offense to my little sister who is a practicing Wicca.  I understand this is practically a religious holiday and all for you, but I just can't love it like everyone else does. 

Fall signals depression.  Little sun.   Cold.  Wet.  The period of time that can only mean winter and it's dark days are lurking right behind it.  The days that I don't want to get out of bed.  The days that when I come home from work, I am in my jammies and back in bed before Splenda even has dinner ready.

I know.  I'm pathetic. I guess the truth is out.  I really am the bah-humbug loser that you suspected all along.  After all, who doesn't like Fall, Autumn and Halloween for crying out loud?

So let the hate comments begin...... I can take it.  I understand this weirdness about myself.  But I will concede to one thing - the smell of pumpkin spice burning is quite dreamy.  I'll  give you that.

But for everything else Fall/Autumn/Halloweenish - you can suck it!