This could get me shunned. Ridiculed. Talked about by my
peers. Maybe even relegated to the ranks of the insane. But here goes nothing.
. .
I want winter. I want it now. I am unwilling to wait. I
cannot tolerate this 70 degree weather thing in November. Where is the cold?
Where are the low hanging gray clouds? Where, oh where is the snow?
I have been patient. I survived the long hot summer. I paid
all my air conditioning bills. I waited for September. The calendar said it was
here. Then it was October. Now – well my calendar is lying to me. It’s sunny,
warm, people wearing shorts, smiling like this is the best November ever.
My sweaters and fuzzy socks are calling to me. My air
conditioning is tired and wants to be turned off. There are still pesky flies
hovering around my desk making nuisances of themselves. Allergies are revved up
and going strong. Why doesn’t it freeze? Or even get close?
Now don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I like to be cold. I
just have a lower spot on the thermometer where it becomes uncomfortable for
me. And I do hate to be hot. I am a total heat wimp. Thus, my weird inclination
to winter.
Have you ever taken one of those ridiculous facebook
quizzes? Yeah, me neither. Except I did once. It was something about which
season best describes your element. I answered every question as honestly as I
could. Here, for all the world to see, are my results:
Your element
is NOTHING. You are void, numb and worn out. Be it that the world has been
unfair, or you have self sabotaged yourself. You can redeem yourself and come
back to be “you”. But you can’t keep making excuses for yourself. And you can’t
keep letting others hold more value. You need to feel. You need to be self
aware. This isn’t
cute, this
isn’t funny. You need to pull yourself out of this void. You NEED to. Find
life, find purpose, find YOU.
Really? All because I like winter, clouds and
cold? A little harsh, I thought, so I copied it and saved it for a blog post.
Stupid quizzes anyway.
So
now you know the real me and my secret desire. I’m sure I will be ostracized,
perhaps even blamed if the weather turns cold. But while I’m sliding into a
fleecy sweatshirt and crawling beneath my fleecy Christmas blanket, I will be
smiling. Maybe even grinning if the snow happens to be flying. And for all you
people on the other side of this coin – count your blessings. What fun would
summer be without winter? July will come again, and when it does come visit us
at Regnier Fireworks. You may not see me, though. I’ll be inside with my best
bud, the AC.
