Helpless November

I hate nostalgia. It always gives me the feeling that something bad is about to happen. While I know that Summer from 500 Days of Summer gets a bad rep for a) being the role that mainstream-ized Zooey Deschanel and b) being everyone's favorite movie/the "story of everyone's life" (usually the "everyone" is male and has some "great" friendzone story to tell), I must admit that she is one of my favorite recent female characters for one reason: that bit in the exposition that describes Summer loving her long, black hair and how she could cut it off without feeling anything.

I've been through a lot of "emotional" things in my short 21 years on this planet and a lot of the time my attitude toward these things is "Ah, well. That's life."--in fact, one of my favorite songs is this track by the Hoosiers called The Trick to Life, the chorus to which goes "the trick to life is not to get too attached to it". This isn't to say that I don't get attached to things or that I don't love the people or things in my life but that I don't like paying a lot of attention to my losses--except when writing (and I suspect that is the reason why I write so much, really). 

But for some reason, whenever November rolls around, the nostalgia gland in my brain just kicks in and the only things that seem to cure it are the following: a) hanging out with people I love b) a Gilmore Girls marathon and c) reading a (good) fantasy novel. This year, however, the nostalgia seems extremely bad. I've already hung out with some of the dearest people to me (sans my sister, who I will see in two weeks), I'm currently watching the 7th season of Gilmore Girls (the only one I haven't completely gotten through because I couldn't bear to watch it end) and I bought book 2 of the Earthsea series last week and it seems to help but the gnawing feeling in my gut is still there--I feel extremely helpless and vulnerable and I don't like it one bit. Ah, well. Hopefully this gets better soon.