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I got strong feelings about people who live here bitching about winter. Bro it’s Buffalo, you don’t wind up here on accident. You have a job and a house and presumably you have both of those things on purpose. Whatever the reason, you live here on purpose. If you hate it so much, you need to make it a priority to get the fuck out of here. When the leaves fall off the trees and you first have to turn your heat on and you’re already bitching, I am Not Here For It, and when the first snow falls and you’re like slow-mo-no-ing all over the office about it, I have No Time For Your Shit.
This is not because I don’t believe in complaining about winter. This is because bitch, we live in Buffalo, winter lasts from late October through approximately May. You have to ration that shit out.
Also winter doesn’t even get serious here until after Christmas. Spare me the moaning in November when you first realize your snowblower won’t start. (Should’ve drained the gas tank when you put it away in June, eh? Here there’s probably some ether* in the back of mom’s garage, doesn’t everybody have ether lying around, spray it on your starter, you’ll be fine, if all else fails the fireball will melt the snow right off the walk.) You can make snide comments about how everybody forgets to drive in snow, sure, that’s appropriate.
But you gotta save up the for-real despair, my friend. Because it’s January now, and the cold has set in, and that means we gotta pay the piper for how warm that lake still is, and that means that lake is going to shit on us unpredictably until it’s done cooling down.
Now is when we bitch about winter. Now is when we sink into it and give up on any pretense of liking it here. Because the whining is finite, and it keeps you warm. It’s an important component of the climate. We can bond over this, you see, and we huddle for warmth dressed in all the handmade knitwear we own, and bitch and bitch and bitch and bitch and bitch.
That’s what January’s all about. By February, hopefully the lake will be frozen and the snow will ease up and we can sober up and get on with our lives.
(In February we usually have psychotic breaks but we forget about them afterward so in our minds, February’s not so bad at all.)
I got strong feelings about people who live here bitching about winter. Bro it’s Buffalo, you don’t wind up here on accident. You have a job and a house and presumably you have both of those things on purpose. Whatever the reason, you live here on purpose. If you hate it so much, you need to make it a priority to get the fuck out of here. When the leaves fall off the trees and you first have to turn your heat on and you’re already bitching, I am Not Here For It, and when the first snow falls and you’re like slow-mo-no-ing all over the office about it, I have No Time For Your Shit.
This is not because I don’t believe in complaining about winter. This is because bitch, we live in Buffalo, winter lasts from late October through approximately May. You have to ration that shit out.
Also winter doesn’t even get serious here until after Christmas. Spare me the moaning in November when you first realize your snowblower won’t start. (Should’ve drained the gas tank when you put it away in June, eh? Here there’s probably some ether* in the back of mom’s garage, doesn’t everybody have ether lying around, spray it on your starter, you’ll be fine, if all else fails the fireball will melt the snow right off the walk.) You can make snide comments about how everybody forgets to drive in snow, sure, that’s appropriate.
But you gotta save up the for-real despair, my friend. Because it’s January now, and the cold has set in, and that means we gotta pay the piper for how warm that lake still is, and that means that lake is going to shit on us unpredictably until it’s done cooling down.
Now is when we bitch about winter. Now is when we sink into it and give up on any pretense of liking it here. Because the whining is finite, and it keeps you warm. It’s an important component of the climate. We can bond over this, you see, and we huddle for warmth dressed in all the handmade knitwear we own, and bitch and bitch and bitch and bitch and bitch.
That’s what January’s all about. By February, hopefully the lake will be frozen and the snow will ease up and we can sober up and get on with our lives.
(In February we usually have psychotic breaks but we forget about them afterward so in our minds, February’s not so bad at all.)
