January 23, 2013
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“Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.”
That’s Lemony Snicket.Humans are weird. Two people can be as intimate and be as physically close as two people could ever possibly be, but remain as aloof as two strangers who haven’t even caught each other’s glance even in a mirror. They literally can have negative space between them and still be alone. I guess that’s the paradox of casual sex. Not that this really applies to me at this moment considering we do have conversations with our clothes on. I was just thinking about it as I sit here procrastinating and slowly succumbing to frostbite. Literally, my hands will not warm up.
It’s going to continue to be just as cold as February creeps up. Now, I have nothing against February exactly. It’s just a single month out of twelve that I have to get through year in and year out. But I do resent how it comes with a reminder that there’s at least six more weeks of winter and no promise that the weather will ever change. Every year I get to this point and wonder if it will ever be warm again. Of course, April and May always come and the temperatures are suddenly in the upper fifties and sixties, but at this moment, I forget what it feels like to be comfortable.
