The Narcissism of Summer:

Why We’re Ready for Her Exit;

Fuck Summer

By Timescity Express,

September 26, 2024

 

Summer, the most glorified and over-hyped of the seasons, is often viewed as a time of warmth, abundance, and freedom. But beneath her sunny façade lies an egotistical force that drains the earth and its inhabitants. In a satirical exploration of the season's selfishness, we examine why Summer, like a narcissistic diva, demands all the attention and leaves the rest of the world to clean up her mess.

The first signs of Summer feel welcoming—longer days, warm sunshine, and the promise of fun. Yet, her generosity is deceptive. The oppressive heat quickly sets in, draining the earth's resources and pushing people to their limits. While Summer flaunts her dominance with extended daylight and oppressive warmth, the other seasons—Autumn, Winter, and Spring—are left to pick up the pieces. They work silently to repair the damage, restore balance, and provide much-needed rest for the land and its inhabitants.

Autumn, once the quiet season of transition, has had enough. Her cool winds and vibrant foliage serve as a reminder that Summer's reign is temporary. She’s no longer willing to simply prepare the earth for Winter but now seeks her own recognition, shaking off Summer’s shadow with a sense of purpose. Winter, though feared, brings healing through rest, while Spring’s quiet humility allows life to flourish again after Summer’s damage.

The cycle of the seasons reveals Summer’s true weakness—her rule is fleeting. Though she clings desperately to the sun’s power, even Summer cannot banish the cool nights or the inevitable arrival of Autumn. In the end, it is the collective strength of the other seasons that restores balance to the earth, while Summer’s reign, though bright and dramatic, is always short-lived.

As Summer prepares for her dramatic exit, we’re left not with fond memories, but with a collective sigh of relief. Her final heatwaves feel like desperate cries for attention, and the earth, exhausted by her demands, eagerly awaits the refreshing cool of Autumn. Next year, Summer will return, as she always does, but for now, we can rest easy knowing her narcissistic reign has come to an end—for a while, at least.

Goodbye, Summer. We won’t miss you.

 

~ The Royal Crew of Timescity Express,

September 26, 2024