Damn It
There was
a time when I sincerely loved snow. I
would look out the window, saw all of the randomly shaped pieces of frozen
precipitation fall outside, and experience a sense of glee. Not that ripoff Jonathon Coulton kind of
glee, the kind of glee that you usually only see in children.
Looking
out the window, I could see all the fun I could have out there. Building things that look vaguely like obese
people, hurling clumps of ice at people in a way that is socially acceptable,
jumping into open fields without fearing that I would throw out my back, all
sorts of unabashed, freeform, endless fun.
This fun was enhanced when Ruby came into my life.
Nothing
could stop me and Ruby. With Ruby, my
love, I could conquer everything, and I did.
I remember one time Ruby and I were traveling home after a long day at
work. The snow was coming down like
something that comes down very, very hard.
Off in the distance I could see the taillights of another car. Even though I could not see the car clearly,
I knew that this car was wedged into a snowbank. When I got closer to the car I saw what it
was. A Ford Mustang. The snow had turned somebody's three hundred
horsepower toy into a three hundred horsepower sled, while I, and Ruby, were
driving comfortably and securely in the driving snow.
However,
my perspective on snow has changed this season.
It's not the snow's fault, nothing the snow can do can ever be
wrong. It's other people. People.
Recently
I've developed myself into a responsible adult.
This took a lot of effort on my part, and is something that I feel I
still need to work on. Being a
responsible adult has allowed me to be more self-reliant, and less reliant on
other people's help. It would be nice if
the people I interact with in the real world would see this as a positive
development for me. That is not the
case. Instead the people I interact with
in the real world has seen me becoming more self-reliant and said, "Oh
great! He can do shit for us!"
It's not
that doing things for people is a bad thing.
It's just that the balance feels a little unbalanced to me. It's gotten to the point where the people I
interact with in the real world have started to ask me do to things for them
assuming that I'll do them and that I won't ask for anything in return. It's not that I need anyone to do things for
me, but it would be nice to be asked.
One of
the people I interact with in the real world asking me to do things for them
are my parents. Specifically, my parents
have been asking me to shovel the sidewalks out in front of their house when it
snows. They live on a corner lot and
have an abnormally large driveway and the snow has been heavy and plentiful in
since the start of the year. This has
resulted in me having to go out to my parent's house multiple times a week to
shovel large amounts of heavy snow, usually taking me about an hour to clear
each time. Also, I've been doing this
alone. All alone. Sure, my Dad could help me shovel the walks,
but apparently doing shit around the house is apparently an unreasonable
proposition for my father.
For me,
shoveling large amounts of snow sucks.
What sucks more is having to do this alone. This experience has caused me to change the
perspective that I have about certain things.
Specifically, my perspective on snow.
Now when I look out the window and see the randomly shaped pieces of
frozen precipitation fall outside, I dread seeing it. I dread it because it means I have to go out
there and endure something I sincerely don't like doing alone. Again.
Damn it.
So yeah,
I said that I was going to do The Fifth Annual The Four Star Awards today. However, voting for this years awards was
low. By low I mean the only people who
bothered to vote was me and some random person on Facebook who only voted for
one category. This is not the first time
this has happened, but it will be the last.
There will be no The Fifth Annual The Four Star Awards ceremony, and the
future of the awards is in doubt. I'd
apologize but, it seems, the only person this cancellation disappoints is
myself.
Remember
The Sleeping House? Volume 11. Buy it or continue
not doing so and read the syndicated version on redertainment.com, or don't. Whatever.
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