One topic, other then religion and politics, can piss me off just as much as it can amuse me. The Weather. The goddamn, motherfucking weather. For some reason humans prefer to bitch, complain, and whine most about an element, an action, a function that they will never be able to control or manipulate. Yes, there it is. The bitching.
Usually, I'm humored by the way screwheads yammer on and on about how its cold in Seattle in June. I'm humored by this behavior because it only cements my ideas that humans basically suck cosmic dick and are the biggest assholes ever. But lately it's not so fucking funny. It's getting old and boring yet no one will shut up about it.
Why not bitch about the gas prices? Why not bitch about having to BUY those damn canvas shopping bags (when in fact they should be free because HELLO! eco-friendly self-promotion makes the Seattlites spring boners galore).
Now I realize that me bitching about people bitching is moot, but fuck you. It's my goddamn blog and just be happy I'm not posting picutres of my child's nostrils. No seriously, be glad.
Humans cannot control or change anything having to do with atmospheric pressure so let's drop it, okay? Life is too short and fucked up to worry about the weather. When I go to the child's child care to pick her up after school, and even to drop her off before school, and the weather isn't so lovely or nice, the kids don't make a squeak or peep about it. It's negligible in their world and has little to no baring on how good or bad their day will be.
I miss being a kid. A lot.
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