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You know, I hate this time of year.
Jan. 20th, 2011 10:44 amHere I am, trying to write a post about being really sluggish at this time of year, and I'm struggling because I get really sluggish at this time of year.
There's a point, usually during the second or third week in january, when I find myself staring glumly out of the window and thinking "Blimey, I forget how badly I get this."
It's the time of year - short days, grey skies, not much sunshine. I go into hibernation mode. Some people try to dress it up as some sort of affliction or syndrome like Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) or Winter Laziness Syndrome (WLD), but what it comes down to is that I've got untold years of evolution telling me that it's cold and dark and I really out to go and have a lie down. Maybe have a stiff drink, too. That'd be nice.
It's interesting how different people I know react differently to this time of year and how evolutionary heritage seems to play a part. People who I reckon are descended from the Romans seem not really to be bothered by it, but the more northern your heritage the more you slow down and think that curling into a ball and sleeping through the winter is a good idea. Given that I'm a nordic man-god whose ancestors came over here on the Viking equivalent of an 18-30 holiday* and decided going home was just too much like hard work, this means that I really ought to just take January off and have done. Maybe February as well.
I'm not surprised that most northern cultures have invented a fiery spirit with a name which means 'water of life' (Whisky, Akkavit, Vodka...all the same thing); it's this time of year they're designed for.
But other than booze, anyone got any other 'perking yourself up' suggestions?
*I've got a vestigial epithelial fold to my eyes, too, which I've always thought suggested that somewhere back in the dim and distant there's an eskimo with an name like Nanook lurking in my ancestry. Or maybe Nell. That'd be more my style.
There's a point, usually during the second or third week in january, when I find myself staring glumly out of the window and thinking "Blimey, I forget how badly I get this."
It's the time of year - short days, grey skies, not much sunshine. I go into hibernation mode. Some people try to dress it up as some sort of affliction or syndrome like Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) or Winter Laziness Syndrome (WLD), but what it comes down to is that I've got untold years of evolution telling me that it's cold and dark and I really out to go and have a lie down. Maybe have a stiff drink, too. That'd be nice.
It's interesting how different people I know react differently to this time of year and how evolutionary heritage seems to play a part. People who I reckon are descended from the Romans seem not really to be bothered by it, but the more northern your heritage the more you slow down and think that curling into a ball and sleeping through the winter is a good idea. Given that I'm a nordic man-god whose ancestors came over here on the Viking equivalent of an 18-30 holiday* and decided going home was just too much like hard work, this means that I really ought to just take January off and have done. Maybe February as well.
I'm not surprised that most northern cultures have invented a fiery spirit with a name which means 'water of life' (Whisky, Akkavit, Vodka...all the same thing); it's this time of year they're designed for.
But other than booze, anyone got any other 'perking yourself up' suggestions?
*I've got a vestigial epithelial fold to my eyes, too, which I've always thought suggested that somewhere back in the dim and distant there's an eskimo with an name like Nanook lurking in my ancestry. Or maybe Nell. That'd be more my style.
