forecasting discomfort

It’s raining today.

It’s not snowing.

The weatherman told me early in the week that today was the day it might snow….but it’s only raining.

One of my friends at work told me that it was only supposed to rain today….and she was right.

But….she also told me that next week, a “Nor’easter” was supposed to be blowing in….and that’s when it was all going to hit the fan.

I guess she was saying that today might be OK….but just you wait until next week.

NEXT WEEK IS REALLY GOING TO BE CRAPPY.

Man.

I have enough trouble believing the meteorologists…..now I’ve got all this other input to pay attention to.

No….that’s not true.

I don’t have any trouble believing the meteorologists (I’ve got to start saying “weatherman” or “weather guy”…..”meteorologist” is too hard to type….).

I believe them when they say something hard or bad might happen.

A “chance” of anything fills me with dread…..unless it’s a chance of sunshine.

I guess that I’m hopeful if it’s a chance of sunshine.

Nobody reports a “chance” of something good happening, though.

It’s funny, though, how apt I am to jump to the conclusion that someone else’s prediction of snow or “hard weather” is going to come true.

I will, apparently, jump on any gloomy bandwagon that comes rolling through town.

I guess that I have too much riding on the weather to not jump on a slow moving doom mobile when I have the chance.

I guess that I really need to work on a “believe it when I see it” mindset.

Until proven otherwise…..and even a negative final result can be spun around to appear positive, I suppose….I need to expect that the good thing is my thing….that I roll with the good times…the good weather….the hopeful outcome.

Hah! I forgot to turn off the thing that makes all my typing BOLD…..there…..that’s more like it.

There is no difference in outcome except how I perceive it.

Everything’s the same….except what I think is happening around me.

That changes…. moment to moment.

I don’t want to ruin my weekend living in fear of what someone said might happen later on.

But….if I don’t jump on some kind of bandwagon, how’m I ever going to be able to say, “See? I TOLD YOU SO!!!”

I don’t want to miss my chances to say, “See? I told you so….”

Those chances, like bad weather, don’t come along everyday.

 

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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