This is the time of the year that, unless you're a sociopath, you have to dread in the Midwest. And yes, I'm saying that if you like this kind of weather, there's something wrong with you. I don't make these kinds of bold stands on my blog very often, but this is where I draw the line. If you like that there's a high of -14 degrees on Monday, consult the nearest therapist. I'd even help you look one up if the idea of being in the same room as you didn't terrify me to my very core. Winter serves one purpose, in my opinion. It brings Christmas. A time of joy and light and warmth. Then we get at the very least two straight months of unnecessary cold and darkness. It's like the world says "Oh, did you enjoy yourself? Then you have this coming." Winter is the friend that you didn't invite over, but he brought a good video game or something, then after you beat it, he still stays around for two months.
It's not a perfect analogy. The cold is seeping into my brain.
They tell me there are people who willingly live in colder climates all the time. Russia and Canada and other places like these. This is where I use empiricism to its fullest extent. If I don't see it happening, it must not be true. I had a friend who used to tell me he didn't believe in New York because he had never seen it. That's how I feel about the idea of someone living somewhere colder.
I started this post out with good intentions to write about keeping "warm" in this cold time. Doing something you love, loving someone you love, etc. Finding a way to not see the earth as, Explosions in the Sky so eloquently called it, a cold, dead place.
None of that happened.
Instead, I insulted people who like cold weather. And people who live in colder climates. Well, didn't insult them so much as I stated that I don't think they actually exist. Which I guess is still an insult.
Or it would be if they actually existed.
The cold might be making me a little sociopathic too.