It’s been winter for a minute. I don’t officially know when winter starts and fall begins, but it was definitely leaning more toward the fall tip until about mid december, which is when the general BS that is snow/ice/frozen weather began.

And you know, I wasn’t mad at it, at least not at first. I was born during a blizzard and I’ve always been pretty hyped up about snow, so it wasn’t all bad. But that was when I was young, dumb, and had no obligations other than going to school (which usually closed when the weather was bad anyway). Now I’m older, less dumb, and way more bitter, which means that the snow (and the cold) is no longer pretty and fun...it’s some straight bulls**t. Like, this week I went outside to walk my dog and it was 13 degrees. Thirteen. And while I’m freezing and praying and dreaming about some warm weather, my dog (he’s longhaired) is out here chilling, bouncing around, rolling in snowflakes and stuff....he had the nerve to enjoy himself while I’m outside with my tears freezing in my eyes.

I have never been so disrespected by a cool breeze as I have been this week.

The thing that sucks about being an adult when it’s so cold is that you still have obligations. It’s not like being a kid, when going outside in the snow was 100% optional and purely for playtime. Now, you still gotta go to work, to school, to the dentist....wherever. You gotta suffer. And you have to wear so many layers, which I hate because I’m still a child they’re stifling, and also because where I’m from, you have to take the subway to get around, which is always hot as hell. So once you finally finish halfway freezing outside, you can melt completely once you get underground.

Fun times.

Anyway, I’m just going to keep griping about the cold weather until about....March? Spring will most likely be cute and chill, and then I can go back to what I do for the other two seasons: whine about it being too hot.

You know, weather stuff.