paolo wrote:
If you live in a city and are autistic, half August is in Europe like yuletide upside down but, the effects are the same: desperate loneliness. In yuletide you are crammed in a jam of shopping people and you feel a total stranger like Holden Caulfield; in half August the jams shift on the beaches and you are deprived even of a little interaction with some nice shopkeeper. Everybody is sunbathing or travelling to some remote place and you don’t
feel lonely, you
are lonely. Even Xmas father is on the beach starting the yuletide shopping campaign.
I love the cartoon Paolo. I was buying craft supplies the other day and the shop was full of Christmas card-making stuff. A bit early for me, I'm somehow not in a Christmas mood mid-August, lol.
We live in a tourist area and this time of year there is a huge influx of people and the town takes on a totally different character. Roads and shops are crammed with people, there are traffic jams, and there are shops which open just for the summer selling souvenirs, burgers, ice-cream, whatever the tourists want. I feel like a stranger in my own town, so I head for the hills!
The tourists only go to mount Snowdon, the smaller hills I have to myself. There is nothing so good as 'aloneness' on the hills - I never feel lonely there.