I hate snow. I really honestly am not a fan. I know, I know. It’s fun. It’s pretty. You can have snowball fights, build snowmen or igloos, make snow angels, going skiing or snowboarding. This still doesn’t change the fact that I don’t like the snow.
For starters, it’s wet. How astute I am! Seriously though, if you have any notion of staying dry, it is necessary that you stay inside. No ifs, ands or buts because the minute you walk outside, or across a parking lot, some part of you will get wet (most likely your pants or your shoes…not pleasant). It’s also cold. I know you are saying, duh, hello, it’s FROZEN water, of course it’s going to be cold. I am aware of this, but I am also enumerating the reasons I dislike snow. Honestly though, who wants frozen water down their shoes, or into the collar of their shirt because it just happens to fall off of a tree when you are walking past? No one, because it’s not pleasant.
Snow is dangerous. It makes roads and sidewalks slippery at best, icy at worst. It contributes to car accidents, or people slipping walking up to their apartments. I don’t know if you have ever driven and all of a sudden realized that you were not in control of your car slipping across the road, headed for oncoming traffic. It is REALLY scary. Mostly I think that snow is inconvenient. It just makes life so much more difficult. You have to bundle up more before you go outside, give yourself more time to defrost and scrap the sometimes many inches of snow off of your car so you can drive anywhere. Parking lots are generally more hectic because you can’t see the lines and so people park wherever they want. Forget wear anything but galoshes because by the end of a snowy day, a parking lot is generally flooded with dirty, slushy, muddy looking water that used to be pure white snow.
The one redeeming quality of frozen precipitation is that it blankets the world in white. It’s almost like the world is atoning for its sins and starting new again. In a weird, I have no idea why this happens kind of way, snow gives me hope for tomorrow that I can blanket erase all my mistakes of the year and start fresh. It’s nice to sit in a warm house, under an even warmer blanket, curled up by a fire or with a book and watch the snow fall, to watch the world be magically transformed into an unrecognizable mysterious kingdom begging to be explored. But for me, it ends there. The spell is broken the minute I step outside and get even the minutest amount of water in my shoes or in my face. I return to my usual self, and I hate the snow.
