It's cloudy all the time.
All my South Carolina readers are throwing figurative curse words at me right now for my ungratefulness. But consider this:
I've never lived in a temperate climate. I grew up in Dallas where we would have two-month spans of 100+ temperatures. I lived in South Carolina where the summer heat combined with 100% humidity was enough to make you scream. I've always had hot summers where you can wear tank tops and get a little tan (wearing sunscreen, of course), and drink iced coffees.
You could complain about the heat because it's hot, but you always knew that it was going to get better in the fall.
This got me thinking about Seasonal Affective Disorder. I remembered learning about it in General Psych. SAD is a mood disorder that commonly occurs during the winter months. People who suffer from SAD present with symptoms of Clinical Depression during seasons of bad weather. There is actually a Reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder, which people experience during summer months, but instead of depressive tendencies, they have increased anxiety (coincidentally, people who are labeled as having bipolar affective disorder, or manic-depressive for those who prefer the old name, commonly present with SAD and RSAD tendencies). Experts estimate that up to 10% of Americans suffer symptoms. Here are some of the symptoms:
-- Afternoon slumps with decreased energy and concentration (doesn't everyone do that?)
-- Carbohydrate cravings, increased appetite, and weight gain (wait...hold on a minute. I can blame the weather for that??)
-- Social withdrawal (doesn't help when you don't really know anyone)
-- Excessive sleep (even though I get up by 8 every day, Marc would say I sleep too much)
I don't think I have SAD, but I wonder if people in San Francisco are affected by the weather? When it doesn't get above 55 for weeks on end in July and August and each day the skies are covered with a thick grey fog that seems to spit mist on the city out of spite.
I heard a lady on the bus the other day say something that made me laugh (not out loud, because it's not a good idea to laugh out loud at people on the bus). We were driving toward the Golden Gate Bridge and when we rounded the corner and saw the bridge mostly covered in dense blue fog the lady said, "Stupid San Francisco fog, it ruins everything." Maybe she has S.A..