Every year around this time, two conversations emerge: one half of the world can't stop talking about how much they love fall, the other half can't stop making fun of people who can't stop talking about how much they love fall, and the world spins madly on.
Amid the obsession (and correlating mockery of the obsession) surrounding sweaters, boots, bonfires, pumpkin-flavored shit, bearded dudes, scarves, and not having to shave as often, I've realized that I'm neither one of those types of people – I don't feel compelled to incessantly declare my appreciation for season, but I also don't think we need to hate on people who do. I'm sorry, but if you're not exquisitely relieved once summer finally ends, and if you don't get a heart-boner for warm clothes and hearty soups, then you are soulless or, more likely, a liar who is telling big, lie-filled lies.
Because there's a reason why loving fall is so "basic" – everyone likes it, for innumerable nice, wonderful, completely legitimate and understandable reasons. If your life is about deciding to hate awesome things because to avoid being "like everyone else" then go ahead and have a good time pretending to not be into fall, chocolate, orgasms, and that thing when two bags of chips fall out of the vending machine when you only paid for one. (Oh, and guess what? Doing that makes you "like everyone else" too, but in a lonelier, angrier, far less fun way.)