The Most Depressing Holiday of the Year

The older I get, the harder it gets for me to let go of Summer.  Summer in New England is the carrot at the end of the seemingly endless winter’s stick.  That’s probably why it gets shorter and shorter every year.  It seems to end as soon as it starts.

Labor Day weekend is the symbolic end of Summer.  That’s why it’s the most depressing holiday of the year for me.  Sure, Veterans Day and Memorial Day are more depressing in a literal sense, one honors people who fought for our country during the death machines we call wars and the other honors those who have died in said death machines.  Both are seriously depressing, but they also serve as a source for celebration.  Veterans Day, the great war is over!  Let’s celebrate!  Memorial Day, those Americans sacrificed their lives to preserve our rights and freedoms.  Let’s celebrate what we have in remembrance.  Also, it’s the start of Summer!  WOOHOO!

Labor Day?  What does that signify?  Hard working Americans achieving the American dream?  Yeah, I’m all for celebrating that.  At the same time though, it means Summer is over and all of the natural beauty that surrounds us is about to die and rot on the ground.  Oh yeah, and then all of New England freezes.  Yippee Skippee.

Finding the holiday depressing does not, of course, mean that I want to skip it.  Hell no!  A three day weekend is a three day weekend after all.  That just means that this particular Friday at work is going to drrraaaaaagggg on endlessly in anticipation of a depressing holiday.

It’s just all so depressing!