What is it about our white flaky friend snow that makes everyone insane? Yes, massive accumulations of snow make life inconvenient and, sometimes, awfully so for the unlucky sitting ducks who lose power and all connection to the outside world. Yes, it's costly for our state and local governments, and also pretty...at first. But why snowpocalypse now?
More than anything, it's all a grown-up version of childhood excitement, only perverted by our silly jobs and responsibilities. If we had nowhere to go tomorrow morning, we would be as happy as icy, snow-covered clams right now. If we didn't have to shovel, we would look forward to a day of snow angels and sledding. If we didn't have to worry about the car starting, we would gladly await a snow-packed stroll. Right?
Growing up means that we have to leave childish things behind, and in doing so, we sometimes forget the magic we attributed to something as simple as fluffy white precipitation. It granted us freedom from a day of school. It let us sleep in and drink hot chocolate while watching the Price is Right. It was a holiday from reality. Now, all snow seems to do is remind us of how much reality sucks.
Knowing that I am expected to go to work tomorrow makes me inclined to dread the looming morn of snowy doom. And as much as I try to get back to my elementary school mind frame, all I can think about it what will go wrong, not the glorious, routine-freeing possibilities of a whiteout. I guess I can see why that would make a collective population predict the demise of it's existence for a day or two; because trudging through the slush only to end up in an office cubicle can pretty much feel like the end of the freakin world. Or, as some might say, snowmageddon.
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