Yes, I wrote a lot about winter, but mostly because I hate it.
I hate wasting the sunlight, but it was so cold today that I soon found myself back inside after leaving.
I went in and out on short errands, and did try to go for a walk, but it’s just too cold, and I’m not too far from the Raritan Bay, so there’s wind off the water as well.
There are people who advocate for its beauty, and yes, it does have a beauty of its own, but there is some beauty you want to view from afar, and that’s what I feel about winter. If I NEVER see another snowflake for the remainder of my natural life, I would be okay. If I NEVER feel another icy blast, or hear the words ‘wind chill factor’ or ‘real feel temperature’ ever again, I will be fine with that.
If I never scrape the car windshield again, that would be heaven on earth.
To never crawl behind a salt truck, or get plowed in, or any of the other sundry things that winter
inflicts, I won’t miss it.
I hate it passionately, and I can’t wait until it’s over.
I hate when it gets dark at 5 pm; I immediately feel a physical drain of energy, a heightened lethargy, and while I don’t quite sink into a depressed state, I have to force myself to get up more often than not.
So I’ve reached the following conclusion: winter is for children. Let them have their snowmen, snowball fights, catching snowflakes on their tongues, and snow angels and all the rest. You can ski up in the mountains til you drop. I’ll stay in the lodge with hot chocolate and remark on your incredible skill. Better yet, send me a video, and I’ll remark on your incredible skill (whether you have it or not; just the fact that you’re willing to be out there in the snow doing that, I consider you highly motivated at any rate).
Just needed to rant a lil bit.
To quote Sarah Connor in T2 just before she wrecked the psych ward:
“I’m all better now.”
Beyond Panic 