Did you ever notice how everything winter that happens before Jan. 1st is charmed, and everything after is the spawn of hell? In November and December, snowflakes glisten and christmas lights twinkle and there is merrymaking! and jingle belling! and a gingerbread latte sounds like the perfect thing. Then, on January 2nd, the snow is a giant pain in the ass, the bitter cold is making the insides of our noses freeze and could the goddamn gingerbread latte ads just go the hell away? Enough with winter already, we're saying.
And then we hunker down into siege mentality, cursing the skies for the snow and complaining bitterly on a near constant basis. In December, snow is pretty. In January, it's barely tolerable. In February, it's ruining your life and making you consider life on the couch, in the same pair of ratty pajama pants. In March? That's just an abomination. Personally, I'm waging a very public war on the weather, in the form of my car. It's filthy, but I'm trying to wait out the next snow. It's possible war will end this weekend, if the warm(er) weather shows up. Or that might just be the conclusion of the first battle.
Anyway, all I'm saying is that the same shit happens in December and it feels like a part of the "season". The rest? Part of the $#^&@&^# season.
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