“Sooooo….I hear it’s gonna be a rough winter this year.”
I hear this every single year, starting in about August. It drives me insane. First of all, how does anyone know how rough the winter’s gonna be? Weather forecasters can’t even predict the weather right most of the time DAYS ahead, never mind for the long term. Flipping a coin would probably do just as good a job predicting the weather. Whenever people use this phrase, I want to slam my head through a brick wall. Why? Because it almost seems like a taunt to me, as if they WANT it it snow all winter. It’s also usually said by someone who has four wheel drive and fancy snow tires. They’re prepared.
Well guess what? I’m not.
Sure, snow is pretty and all, and it’s nice on CHRISTMAS because it suits the season and on Christmas, most of us can lounge around at home in fuzzy slippers and pajamas all day if we choose. Unless we’re visiting relatives, we don’t have to DRIVE IN IT.
I detest driving in snow. It scares me. No, scratch that. It TERRIFIES me. I drive an old car and my tires are almost bald. I don’t have four wheel drive, and I slide all over the road. For me, it doesn’t matter if it’s snow or ice. I STILL SLIDE. And that’s fucking scary. I feel like I’m putting my life at risk every day I have to drive to work when it’s snowing. I’m sorry I don’t have 4-wheel drive and new tires like you do.
I also hate being cold. Winter is incredibly overrated. Think about it: it’s cold, it’s wet, it gets dark early and stays dark late into the morning, and everything is dead and colorless. The only colors to be seen are gray, brown, black and deadly WHITE if there is snow on the ground (until it turns into black and brown slush a day or so later). After the colorful festivities of Christmas (which is barely into the winter anyway), there’s nothing left to look forward to until spring.
You also have to wear layers and layers of heavy, uncomfortable clothing that takes up time in the morning that could be better spent surfing the web, writing a new blog post, reading your daily affirmation, or leisurely nursing your cup of hot coffee instead of gulping it down. I can’t stand the itchy scarves, gloves that make you drop things, sweaters that make you look like you gained about 50 pounds, and hats that make your hair look like crap when you peel them off and sometimes give you electric shocks.
Oh, and there’s the cleanup too. Spending half an hour scraping the white stuff off my car windows and shoveling it out of my driveway so I can get where I’m going is not my idea of fun.
For normal people I just don’t get the love of snow.
I suppose I can understand someone who doesn’t have to work liking snow. They can sit and stare out the window at it all day wearing their jammies, or go out and build a snowman. That’s why kids like it–they get a day off of school. Most adults do not. If I want to see snow I’ll look at a picture of it, thank you very much.
I can understand why someone who can afford to go skiing every winter would love snow. But how many people are there who can actually afford to do that? Definitely a lot fewer than the number of idiots who smugly announce what a rough winter it’s going to be.
So I have one thing to say to you if you say those words to me:
Shut the fuck up and go fall in a snowbank.
I’ll take the bugs, heat and humidity of summer any day.
LOL. I’m with you. And I had wondered the same thing about those predictions.
What is the logic in “Well we had a mild summer so we are in for it this winter.”?
I just hope ‘they’re’ wrong.
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hahahaha i am so glad that i have stumbled upon your page.
Admittedly i love the snow and winter. I am sorry. I am not sure if where i live has anything to do with my love of snow and my hatred toward the best part of summer. I live in london where a proper hot summer is rare, and when it does happen its horrible and sticky and the air is filled with muck. Everyone strips off and heads to the park or any green patch in sight to catch a bit of sun. You’d be lucky to get a patch of grass where you can stretch your arms without hitting someone else lol. Snow here is also rare and half the time i feel like i have never seen the strange thing called snow. You however are 100% spot on though. Driving on ice is fucking scary! My car isnt very old but I still shit myself when i have to travel on quiet roads which hasn’t been salted. And as for it turning brown and horrible, you are not wrong. I guess i like winter more because of the fact that you can cover up and not feel like you have to dress in the latest fashionable clothing.
That’s a good way to look at it. You can always keep putting on more layers of clothing to keep warm, but when you want to cool down there’d only so many layers you can keep peeling off haha. Living in the mountains I get more snow than I’d like, even though I live in a southern state. Maybe I’d like it more if it was more of a “novelty”
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Today I was helping my roommate move stuff out of her room and cleaning it up to show to prospective new housemates.
Maybe I’m a terrible person, but I was feeling irked with her all day for seemingly no reason, but I finally realized why. I don’t want her to leave! Not that we’re best buddies or anything, but she’s been a reliable housemate and I really don’t relish the idea of having to find a replacement. I also have to find one soon (so far the only maybe is a gay man around my age who can move in on the 9th). So I was easily irritated and not doing much to hide my annoyance and impatience while helping her clean and pack, and losing patience easily.
I also dislike change.
I know Stacey was just trying to make friendly conversation, because she probably saw I wasn’t saying much, and when I did talk, it was in abrupt, one or two word bursts. But what she said pressed all my I-hate-winter buttons. Although most people would not have been triggered by what she said, I lost control and went off on her.
She said, “I hear it’s going to be a really bad winter this year.”
Because she’s moving to Florida, I almost took this as a kind of insult (nyah nyah, I’m going where it’s warm and you’re gonna be freezing your buns off). I know that’s not what she meant but I took it that way.
I apologized later and told her the truth–that I was upset she was leaving and that I would miss her.
But I thought I’d reblog this post I wrote about a year ago about why that phrase “I hear it’s gonna be a cold one this year” triggers me so much.