Kristina, what does November mean to you? asked by Anonymous
I always have a hard time with November. It is my least favorite month. I think it’s cold. I think the weather never really knows what it wants to do and it’s always raining or sleeting or both because it’s indecisive. It’s still too warm for actual snow and sunny days are small blessings, like quarters I find at the bottom of my purse. Maybe November is a woman, yes, a woman, who is constantly dyeing her hair and changing her nail polish and giving away all the clothes in her closet to Goodwill because this time she’s serious about losing the weight and she wants to prove it. November is difficult for me to get along with because my grandfather passed away two years ago at the beginning of the month and I don’t think I will ever stop missing him. I eat his favorite candy and listen to Michael Jackson just to feel closer to him, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that I never told him goodbye before he died. And I had time. November is guilt. It’s thieving, it’s lazy. It’s overlooked. It is the middle child. Constantly wanting everyone’s attention and never really getting it. Sometimes I feel bad, I do, because as soon as Halloween is over, everyone’s all about Christmas and snow and presents and caroling. But still. It’s hard to digest. I push November around on my plate and purposefully take the longest to eat so that I can throw it away without feeling guilty if my parents catch me.