Seasonal Happiness?

In the Swedish spring, nights are cold as a witch’s tit. Maybe that is the same in other countries in Europe? Explaining why people get so depressed?

Why do we say that? Who ever touched a witch’s tit? Why touch a witches tit? Did the witch just stand there, say, “wait a minute. Before I bike away” and the she lifted her blouse and said “TOUCH IT!!??”


Anyhow, when we were younger, we would be out all night freezing. Drinking. Dancing. Bar hopping. Club hopping. Calling friends we didn’t even like. And then be home next 2 days recovering from the celebrations.

Hating ourselves. Hating each other. Hating the Swedish spring for its coldness. Promising each other to stop drinking that last glass.

Why do we like to torture ourselves?