I think I'm a Seasonist. This is like, my religion. Do summer things in the summer. Christmas things at Christmas. Get drunk every St. Patty's Day and ring in every new year like it means something, when it's really just an excuse to drink champagne and kiss someone. Enjoy and repeat, and really, what could go wrong? That's living, people.
It sounds so simple, but you'd be surprised how many people pshaw these traditions these days. I believe it's created a diminishing quality of life. Traditions are there for a reason, they're the touchstones of our lives. Every time you say I'm gonna watch tv/ internet/ go to bed early/ walk the dog in place of celebrating some observance, just because you CAN, you lose, man.
This is one of the little insidious side effects of the overly permissive, me me me world we've ended up in. We no longer feel required to be connected to the world, only ourselves. That might sound good, and FREE!, but it really isn't. That part of you that's telling you to internet on new year's instead of drink a toast, cause who really gives a crap? That part is evil, and lazy, and the easy way out. It's the same part that tells you nah, don't go out after work, you're too tired to actually live, stay in and do nothing! You'll feel better! And then your life passes you by and you've done nothing but work, internet, and die.
The moral of this story is, DO EVERYTHING YOU CAN. Those things you're skipping? That's your life. STOP SKIPPING LIFE. Eat hot dogs, drink lemonade, go swimming and say YES, it's summer, and I am all up in it, baby! This fall, go pick some goddamn apples! There's air outside, and it smells good! Dress up for Halloween, even if it's one of those tacky t-shirts from Wal-Mart that says "This IS my costume!" And for God's sake, get up the gumption to celebrate Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanzaa/Festivus/Generic Winter Holiday Day with a goddamn smile, even if you don't believe in it, that's not the point. The point is, take what life has given you and enjoy it in your own way and you WILL get something out of it, and you will get nothing out of skipping it but a hall pass to nowhere.
Trust me, I know.
This was inspired by my thought process of today, which was, "I can't wait to get my slaw dog. Where shall I eat it? Bringing it back home would be boring, but eeeeasy... hey wait, it's SUMMER! I think I shall eat my hot dog in the PARK, like a PERSON! YEAH!"