“I am allergic to nature.”

Although I love nature and enjoy being outdoors, there is something that will always remain a barrier standing between myself and my full enjoyment of nature. Though I may love nature and mostly everything within it, that doesn’t stop nature from watering and irritating my eyes, running and itching my nose, and causing me to live each day in a cloudy, stuffed-up fog.

Ironically, I am allergic to nature.

I have never gone in to test what I might be allergic to, but I do know that I have some pretty bad seasonal allergies. I’m not really allergic to anything else. I’ve been stung by bees and ants and have been fine. I love eating peanuts and other foods. I can even cuddle up with dogs and cats…nothing. But I cannot step outside without a pocket-full of tissues.

I’ve never been able to pinpoint when the symptoms appear. It seems as though they last all throughout the Fall, Winter, and the Spring seasons. I never seem to have allergies in the Summer, thankfully, and perhaps that’s a contributing factor as to why Summer is my favorite season. I may not know what I’m allergic to or when my allergies act up, but there’s no denying that they’re there.

I really dislike having seasonal allergies. I think sniffling and sneezing are gross and I don’t like making loud noises or disruptions in class and around people. It’s also very unappealing when one needs to wipe their nose and it can be very inconvenient, as well. I don’t like having to sleep with a tissue plugged in my nose and it can especially be problematic if I’m working on something with a messy substance like clay or paint all over my hands. It’s the worst when my nose is running and I can’t take care of it, or when I need to sneeze while wearing a sleeveless shirt and I don’t have any tissues.

Anyways, enough with the gross stuff…

I have allergies and it sucks.

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