Nature's everyday trivialities get more airtime than hyped up hurricanes, but reality scoffs at the obsession. We spend the bulk of our time indoors where centuries of innovation provide the comforts we call necessities. Few lives are claimed by the daunting sojourn from office to air-conditioned car. Sure it was hot, but there's little whining at the bus stop. Seemingly, those with the greatest luxuries bitch the most about their discomforts.
I've made three-mile walks under Texas heat. I didn't whine because it didn't seem worth lamenting. The pain and purple hands dealt by wintry winds, rain soaked clothes, and even the miseries of summer I loathe are soon dismissed. Dwelling on the uncontrollable makes it unbearable; it must therefore become irrelevant.
We resign ourselves to seasonal discomforts and keep moving. I'm referring to Dallas, Texas - not any region home to hockey fans or the French-speaking. In your locale, you just might be screwed.
If conversing must be a nervous habit, perhaps we could talk about what we may actually be able to control. If that's insurmountable, we could at least exchange real viewpoints and observations. If none of these options are suitable, then everybody shut the hell up, because we have no reason to speak. I'm damn tired of listening.
How many people did they discuss the weather with before accosting me? Afterwards? Either weather conditions so captivate the forefront of their consciousness or they just favor the popular excuse for interrupting a bystander's train of thought.
Show me someone who was actually thinking of the sky's hue and I'll show you a bag of liquorice with greater intellect. If they weren't senselessly blithering, a worthwhile thought might have made it out alive. Only God knows how many brainchildren were aborted.
Article comments
1 - Joanne Huspek
I agree with you. Up here, the major concerns are snow and tornadoes. I've seen schools close in advance just because some weatherman said there would be 12" when hours later we would only get a few. It's like the forecasters don't stick their heads out of the window, they're glued to their computer screens.
I'm with you. Open the window and check it out. That's all I want to know.
2 - Dr Dreadful
Not much use if you're planning to go snowboarding at the weekend and need some idea of whether there's actually going to be enough snow* to make the two-hour drive worth your while.
* Or too much.
3 - Cindy
I started to read this with amusement. Then suddenly something started to go terribly wrong for me.
Then I realized, I had forgotten your name. It's Joe of the Neo-Illiteracy diatribe.
Back to this article: From the first whiff of misogyny to the later self-elevating pompousness of wardrobe comparison--all I can think is it must be tough for such a splendid fellow to suffer being a mere cashier.
4 - Joe Harris
Lovely Cindy, you amuse me once more. At my lowly job and beyond, dealing with people is a suffering you likely don't know. At least I get to entertain myself by writing such articles and hearing from people who somehow think they can take me down a peg. You'll never have what it takes and I'll never give a damn.
Please, comment again and often. I'm growing quite fond of you. Then again, I could get bored at any time.
5 - Cindy
Hey Joe. I like the idea of a sparring partner.
I'm not trying to diminish you though. I'm just pointing out what I see.