"Where is your hat? You guys are crazy!" I thought, loudly and angrily, as I rode by the couple running toward Lyndale. I nearly yelled it. But what good would it do? Obviously, these people are experiencing a breakdown of senses. Namely common sense and the sense of self-worth. They must also be having trouble with the sense of touch, to go outside into a windchill factor of negative 25°F with no hat on!

Idiots.

This kind of stuff infuriates me. The first thing those people are going to do when they get inside is complain about the cold. Of course it's cold if you're not wearing a fucking hat!

It's pretty funny that I (the one guy who bikes to work, albeit only one mile) get to work warm, and everyone else comes in from their cars saying things like, "Brrr... is it spring yet?" Or: "It is too cold. I'm sick of this." Suddenly, rage wells up inside me. How dare you insult one of the four seasons! How can you live like that? I want to scream, "Keep driving those cars then! Soon you won't have to worry about winter!" But that sarcasm seems nearly as blasphemous as my friends' doomed and misguided feelings.

With the rage comes profound melancholy. Am I really that different? My love of winter feels so natural. How could I love one season and hate another? This planet is doomed. How can so many people have so little willpower? How can so many people feel entitled to constant comfort?

Surprise!

THAT'S
NOT
LIFE.

Feeling good all the time is not sustainable. Neither is constantly burning petrol in order to travel at 30-60mph without moving a muscle.