It snowed here over the weekend...a lot. They had told us it was gonna happen on Friday, but they said it was gonna be a light blanket of 5-8 inches...what we woke up to on Saturday was a thick 24 inch quilt. (Furthering my theory that you or me can predict the weather as well as a 'meteorologist'...fuck yo forecast...) As a younger lad, seeing this would have filled me with childlike delight...as a grownish person, it kinda pissed me off. When you're a kid, snow is fun...when you grow up, it's a lot less. (Especially on the fuckin weekend...seriously? Nobody told it to snow on Saturday...I'm writing the big guy an angry letter...)
You see, as a youngling all you care about is the fun involved in snow...snowmen, sledding, igloos, all that winter fun. As we get older we just think about how in the way it is. Think about it...you have to shovel (you too, ladies...its 2009, throw on those Uggs and gimme a hand, willya?), you can't drive worth shit, making a beer/weed/sex run next to impossible, and more often than not you end up stuck in the house watching some old movie, about to literally die of boredom and wishing you had a flamethrower for snow removal.
That's when I realized I was looking at it the wrong way...I was looking at it like an adult. I didn't have to be a victim here...with a little help from my kid-ness, I could make the most of this. Why can't I walk to the liquor store AND pelt random folk with laser-rocket armed snowballs? ("Random folk" meaning "people with Eagles jackets"...pow, right in the kisser!) Why couldn't I go get some medicine and build an igloo to smoke it in? (Full disclosure: never got to that...football called...but next time, I swear.) "No reason in the world..." said my inner child excitedly.
I felt ashamed of myself for suppressing the desires of young AJ. Well...truth be told, I'm glad I resisted the snow angel...I like fun and everything, but a 6'4" man laying in the middle of the street flailing about is not a poppin look. Anyway, that was that...I walked out the door having learned a new lesson...sometimes you have to be very immature to make a mature decision. (What's more bratty, staying inside sulking or going out and doing something about it?) Next time you're snowed in, think about that...