Victimization of snow

March 4, 2019

We waited for hours in the snow. When it came it so full as tiny flakes we mistook as rain.

It was supposed to start out as rain and so we assumed the storm would turn out worse than predicted. In a climate of hysteria over global warming, people panic over the slightest things, building mountains out of mounds of snow.

How much worse will our reaction be when an inevitable disaster comes? This not due so much over climate change but over the fear we create over small things so make us unprepared to confront any serious calamity.

Freud was right when he claimed humanity has changed little from our days in the caves. We are a panic-stricken race, resorting to a mob mentality when faced with things we fear, do not understand, or with we disagree.

We are a society of victims playing victims, getting our identity from being victims.

We close schools for a snow we would have been punished over as playing hooky over if we failed to attend when we were young.

Whole cities get gridlocked for no real reason.

This is the kind of madness that led to the wall street panic in 1929 and worse to come.

All this strikes me as silly as I watch one of our outside cats -- the one we call friendly kittie sister -- frolicking in the snow in our back yard, oblivious to the fact that cats are not supposed to like snow, basking in an innocence we as a race have generally lost.

We look for reasons to hate or reasons to panic, and unfortunately, find them.

I'm now old enough to realize I may not manage to outlive the current madness the way I managed to do in the past, and so I might perish with this lingering doubt about humanity's sanity.

I want us all to go back to being the cat in the yard, too carefree to worry over whether the trains will run on time, too independent to care if the streets are clogged, caring only that I’m having fun embracing the snow, blind maybe to it being a sign of world's end.