Is it just me or do people attribute a lot of weird stuff to the changing of the seasons?

Yesterday, I overheard a woman announce that she felt sick to her group of friends.  One of the other women responded with, “Oh, it must be the changing of the seasons.”  All of the other women nodded in agreement.  But germs have nothing to do with the seasons, right?

I also heard this same group of women on a different day discuss how one woman had been having nightmares and again someone said that it was probably because the seasons were changing.  Like, what can you do?  When the temperature drops five degrees you sometimes dream that you’re naked and taking your college calc final, but the weird thing is that you didn’t even take calc in college.

I thought that all you could attribute to the changing of the seasons was colder weather and less white denim.  But maybe I should take advantage of blaming everything kind of yucky in my life on the changing of the seasons while I can.

I ate an entire canister of funfetti frosting with my fingers.  Must be the changing of the seasons.   
I worked out yesterday morning and then sat in my gym clothes for nearly six hours before showering.  Must be the changing of the seasons.  
I’m trying to trick people into thinking that the collared shirt I’m wearing now is made of that texturized crinkled material when really it’s normal cotton and I just don’t want to iron it.  Must be the changing of the seasons.

Is it working?  I’m kind of loving this if it is.