It’s July and we’ll cry if we want to
By MollyPosted Jul 10, 2013
Several months ago, I confided in you all the identity of my girl crush—the beautiful and perfect Lana del Rey. All these months later, I can still say with confidence with Lana is STILL my one and only girl crush, because she just GETS me and she knows my life.
Case in point: the song “Summertime Sadness.” By itself, the song is at first undeniably catchy but, ultimately desperate and depressing. And yet, you still want to play it on repeat alone in your car.
But once it’s mashed up with some DJ’s house remix and played at every single bar you go to…well, you just can’t help but take a step back and think, “Wait. I DO have the Summertime Sadness!” as if were some kind of communicable disease.
I firmly believe that Summertime Sadness is completely real. I think everyone gets to a point in summer where they’re a little lost. And I think that for a lot of people, that time is right now. It’s just about the middle of July, and summer is beginning to wind down on us.
The Fourth sealed our fates, really. There are no more holidays in July, and August is completely dead, so if you’re working 9 to 5 now, your life is going to start looking pretty bleak and monotonous. Some of us will graduate in a few weeks. Some of us are moving away to new schools, jobs, and cities.
For others, it may be the last summer in a particular place or with certain people, and that’s pretty heavy stuff to deal with at a time of the year when we’re supposed to be carefree.
At the beginning of summer, we were all so full of hope. There were three wonderful months ahead of us—full of warm weather, day drinking, lounging on beaches, boating, baseball, cabrewing, vacations, the prospect of a summer fling, bonfires, and road trips. But, maybe right now it’s a little depressing to look back to those first days of bliss because right now, we aren’t where we thought we’d be by now.
While it would be easy to try to pinpoint it all on one reason or one thing, I don’t think that’s possible. It’s a combination of a hundred different little things. Maybe you never got that killer summer internship you wanted. Maybe you’re back in your hometown and it really sucks. Or maybe you’re a White Sox fan, I don’t know.
But sometimes, the biggest contributing factor to Summertime Sadness can be the quintessential summer fling (or lack thereof). Maybe you really hit it off at the beginning of the summer, but the passions have started to cool several weeks too early.
Or maybe your summer relationship just failed to launch entirely for whatever reason. And that can be tough to deal with. Yes, summer flings are supposed to be inherently carefree and relaxed, just like summer itself, but there can be a lot of pressure. There’s got to be something wrong with you if you can’t find someone to romantically watch the fireworks with, right?
Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong. The quality of your summer should never be defined by a summer fling. The quality of your summer should be defined by how many times you get down on the dance floor to “Get Lucky”.
And that’s nothing to be sad about.
Happily yours, Molly