This time of yearÂ always reminds me of my mom’s negativity — a quality I now associate with her undiagnosed BPD.
Every year, every single year, as theÂ 4th of JulyÂ approached, my mom would find an opportunity to sigh that “summer is almost over.”
During the stressful years I was teaching in a public high school, those words caused me almost physical pain. I would know, as June progressed, that those words were coming and would dread hearing them.
My kids and husbandÂ think this is funny, because, after all, who thinks of the 4th as the end of summer? It seems ridiculous.Â They amuse themselves by saying some variation of this sentiment to me, not realizing (I assume) that I still, after all these years, reallyÂ don’t think it’s funny.
This past weekend John remarked, “TheÂ 4th of July means the summer is almost half over,” and laughed.
I told him he’d blown the reference, because of course we really are just about halfway through the summer. The actual quote — the sentiment so dark, so pessimistic, so over the top –Â is that onÂ the 4th, it’s virtually over. Snowstorms around the bend.
My mom’s special touch was not just to remark on sad or depressing things, butÂ to make things worse than they actually were. That, to me, is the BPD difference!
Such a healthy perspective!
Oh, they just announced at the pool that passes are now half off – that is my signal that summer is ONLY half over. Still lots of summer left!