The morning after snowfall is almost always an irritating one. I’m not really talking about the roads, because you expect that, and all the people who don’t remember how to drive with a little snow on the ground. But somehow, that extra chore of clearing off the front steps and your driveway throws off the entire morning. Little things start to annoy you about the day, things that would ordinarily be ignored or just part of the background.
There’s a snow brush in your car, probably in the backseat, but the back door is locked.
You turn your car on to warm up while you’re brushing the snow off, and when you get back in the gas light is on.
Fewer people than normal are in front of you at the convenience store buying lottery tickets, and yet, because you’re already a little bit behind due to the snow shoveling, the moments drag and it annoys you twice as much as usual that people are wasting their retirement plans on scratch tickets.
And don’t forget you have more snow shoveling to do when you get home tonight.
That little bit of extra whether colors the entire day that follows.
You’re later than you want to be for work. So are other people, but that doesn’t matter, does it?
Your email seems to load slowly. Or the cash register boots up slowly. Or the elevator takes forever. Or you have to park farther away from the front doors than usual.
The phone rings and the person on the other hand is needier than they should be.
People are more demanding of your time than they are normally are on this day of the week.
You put more items on your to do list than you cross off. That’s probably not unusual, but today you resent every single thing you have to add to it.
The day is a grind, the whole day. Every task, every job, everything you have to do.
And you still have to drive home on roads that have not gotten much better and probably won’t until tomorrow. When you get there, you know you’re better off to finish the shoveling before you get too comfortable being inside, before you make dinner, before you try to get anything done of your evening chores or relaxation or to do list or whatever. And you resent that.
Almost without realizing it, you’ve had a crappy day, just because of a little snow. Or maybe a lot of snow.
Samuel Clements, Mark Twain (or maybe Charles Dudley Warner): everybody talks about the weather but nobody does anything about it.
But we sure let it do stuff to us, don’t we?
And it can get a lot worse than just having a crappy day. Seasonal Affective Disorder is a thing. In countries where there’s not a lot daylight in winter, suicide rates go up. Any kind of pre-existing depression or anxiety is certainly not your friend when the weather is bad ever for a little while.
And it’s not just winter, we can find reasons to dislike every season, and the major weather that comes with it. We’ve made things worse with the last couple of centuries of industrialization. Climate change is thing, a major thing, and it’s going to cause a lot more issues. Soon. Too much, too soon, too fast.
Be well, everyone.by