SEPTEMBER: How are you today?
AUGUST: I’m fine. Just wondering why you stole my thunder.
SEPTEMBER: While you were taking drugs, raising hell, getting drunk, burning the candle at both ends, being highly dysregulated, I was…
AUGUST: I don’t do drugs.
SEPTEMBER: Well, while you were doing all those other other things, I was co-0rdinating, planning.
AUGUST: Oh yes, planning, in your unique narcissistic way.
SEPTEMBER: Don’t give me grief. I’m just a month.
AUGUST: I was the one doing all the hard work in the summer season to bring you to the point of were we are now. I was the one who was supposed to be balmy, but no, here you are, once again taking the credit for all my hard work.
SEPTEMBER: Due to unforeseen circumstances, I was indeed more balmy than I expected. I’m sorry if it has caused you distress.
AUGUST: You upstaged me.
SEPTEMBER: Again, it wasn’t planned.
AUGUST: Just before you said you were a planner. You can’t have it both ways.
SEPTEMBER: : ‘The best laid plans of mice and men’
AUGUST: I think you’re jealous. I think you sabotaged me.
SEPTEMBER: Well, you can think what you like. I am what I am.
AUGUST: September should not be like June or July…or August.
SEPTEMBER: But you’re not even like August and you are August. I’m not listening anymore to your crazy ramblings.
AUGUST: Ah, you just called me crazy. You’re gaslighting me!
SEPTEMBER: The fact remains, I brought the weather that you promised.
AUGUST: But you’re supposed to bring cooler fresher weather. Why can’t you be what you’re supposed to be? Why are you always aping me?
SEPTEMBER: While imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, believe me August, I have my own signature. I have no interest in being your type of weather. It was an accident. An oversight. An anomaly.
AUGUST: Those anomalies have been happening a lot lately.
SEPTEMBER: There’s room for us both. I didn’t set out to outdo you. It just happened. I’m sorry.
AUGUST: Big of you to apologise.
SEPTEMBER: I’ve apologized twice now. I won’t be doing it again. I’ve already tried to pull it back, the weather I mean.
AUGUST: Oh please, don’t feel you have to do so on my behalf. Wouldn’t want to hold you back. I want you to be the best version of yourself.
SEPTEMBER: The best version of myself is usually a bit cooler and fresher.
I never meant to make you feel bad.
AUGUST: Yeah, I bet.
SEPTEMBER: Friends?
AUGUST: As long as you don’t keep up this heatwave crap.
SEPTEMBER: I can’t promise, but I do believe the worst is over.
AUGUST: The best, you mean. The best is over.
SEPTEMBER: Thank you for saying so. I will try to do that whole cool, fresh September thing you’re used to, just for old times sake and because I love you.
AUGUST: What? What did you just say?
SEPTEMBER: Well, you know, I love you like a brother.
AUGUST: Yes, I get it. You always keep me in the friend zone. Unlike November.
SEPTEMBER: Leave November out of it.
AUGUST: Hit a nerve I see. Well, goodbye and good luck.
SEPTEMBER: See you same time next year?
AUGUST: Perhaps not. Perhaps I’ll be unseasonably cold.
SEPTEMBER: Oh no, not 1850 all over again. Come on August, stop sulking. You love me really.
AUGUST: I’ll let November do that.
SEPTEMBER: Doesn’t have your charm.
AUGUST: Bet you say that to all the months.
Things In My Head 