According to my calendar it is officially summer. It may be wishful thinking but I believe the weather is bound to follow suit.

With the 90+ temperatures come trips to the pool, campfires, barbeques and endless shaved ice. The long summer days are so packed with being carefree they can't help but spill over into the warm summer nights.

It should go without saying that the good times summer brings can only be made better when shared with good people.

Sadly, many lists of go-to friends for summer fun are tainted with people that take it a little too far- the self-professed “masters of the season,” if you will.

Everyone knows at least one person like this. It could be a brother, cousin, neighbor or your closest friend. They take certain aspects of something so many are content to just enjoy and, as I've heard it put, make it an art.

Now, I'm all for entertaining the idea of a perfect summer day. By my own standards, I've even experienced a few. But these people go above and beyond this, and not in a good way. They dissect and perfect every last piece of glorious summer until you wonder if it's even fun anymore.

Take for example, smores.

Consisting of graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate, it's quite possibly one of the simplest recipes there is.

However, if you've ever stood next to one of the “masters of the season” at the campfire, you know it's anything but simple.

They make a big showing of selecting the perfect marshmallow from the bag, which if you ask me, should be the first hint you're not preparing a gourmet dish. Anything that comes in a bag screams “mass production” and eliminates any need to tap it like it's a watermelon in the produce section.

Once their marshmallow is on the stick it's all about finding that ideal spot in the fire. Not too close to the coals, but not too far away, either. The marshmallow must always be moving so that one spot isn't roasted more than another. And the way you rotate the stick is crucial- it's all in the wrist.

This is all spoken aloud, of course, as they wouldn't be master marshmallow roasters if they didn't provide their own commentary. Super arrogant if you ask me, but at this point I'm putting out the ball of fire that is my own roasted marshmallow for the third time which, by the way, never fails to bring on additional comments.

Master of All Things Summer: Oh Whitney, your marshmallow is on fire.

Whitney: [blowing out the flame and sticking it back in the fire] Yep.

Master: It's going to be all black now, not golden brown like you're going for. Try to keep it moving this time.

Whitney: [moving marshmallow but only because it caught fire again]

Master: You should really try standing over here more. And it's all in the wrist, remember that. I like to think of it as an art. Would you like me to help?

Bitch, please. It's a marshmallow. It's roasted. And now, it's between chocolate and graham crackers and, ta da- it makes a smore all the same.

I'll skip the details on the so-called art of assembling smores, as I know you've run into these people before. That, and I'm apparently more bitter towards master marshmallow roasters than I previously thought.

Just know this: Turning summer into something that must be perfected is not only irritating to others, but it's a dangerous, downhill road. If you or someone you know have shown signs of such behavior, get help immediately.

It starts small but it will ultimately lead to far worse things. And, if you thought perfectionism was typically associated with women, think again. When it comes to summer men are affected far worse.

Don't believe me, guys? Well, today you may be the master of smores, but before you know it you're an aspiring master of the grill.

You won't set foot in the kitchen, but when it comes to the barbeque, you're all over it. You don't just have any grill, either. No, your model is far better than any model of anyone else you know. It's the only one that can get the job done.

And your grilling skills? Unparalleled.

It doesn't matter that you're serving up rare when the guests requested well-done. Grilling steaks is an art that you have perfected. Only you and you alone know how to prepare meat the way it's truly meant to be prepared.

Okay, so maybe my bitterness has been extended to barbeques, but you see my point.

Perfecting summer is wrong and must be stopped before it's too late for summer to be enjoyed.