another one bites the dust

There's never really a good time for break-up, is there?  Unless of course, you're the one doing the breaking (and if you're anything like me, by that point, you've already mentally separated from the situation long before so it really doesn't matter).  

But I was kinda curious, in terms of season, when is the easiest time to deal with a break-up.  So you know how I do, I asked.  And here's what you guys had to say:

winter- 6%

spring- 18%

summer- 73%

fall-1%

Eh, I guess the results are kinda predictable. I think it's safe to say that most folks like to drown their sorrows in warm weather, strong drink and hopefully the arms of a stranger. I'm just saying.

 But for me, not so much.  Honestly, I like my summers way too much to be trying to forget about the last trifling negro I mistakenly let get too close.  I'd MUCH rather suffer through a break-up during the winter. That way, I can be totally anti-social without a million people wondering- "Dang dude, what's wrong with  Mitzi?  Why she giving everybody the side-eye?"  Mmm-hmmm.

In my opinion pissy cold, gray skies, dismal weather are God's gift to the broken hearted.  It's the perfect time to sequester yourself, mope around ('cause you always have to rehash every red flag that you missed/ ignored) and be all psuedo-introspective (read: spend lots of dough on self-improvement books you're never going to finish reading and make a million fake promises to the universe not to fall for the same banana in the tailpipe bullshit again, blah, blah, blah). Not to mention, there's to time like the winter to lose all that damn love weight I seem to pack on as soon as my lazy behind gets a little happy. 

'Cause nothing says kiss my ass/ it's all your loss/ who's sorry now/ I'm not bitter just better than you, like a flat stomach and rock solid thighs.  

Word.