Psychologists call this “temporal myopia,” our tendency to prioritize short-term pleasure when environmental cues (warmth, light, vacation vibes) signal that consequences are far away. Theologians might call it a holiday from shame. I call it the oops-I-had-three-margaritas-on-a-Wednesday phenomenon.
Let’s name our vices, shall we? Here’s what summer sinners actually confess to: summersinners
“I’ll just have one rosé on the patio.” (Three hours later, you’re singing along to a Spotify playlist you’d never admit to owning.) Psychologists call this “temporal myopia