Mom? – m4w – 23 (Under a grey sky)

In the short time I’ve inhabited this body, it’s taken me many places. From California to Florida and even to Asia on the other side of the of this space rock we call home. During all of this time, in all of those places, you’ve always been tolerable, if not kind, towards me. Even when I thought I was seeing you at your worst, I’ve known that things would turn around soon and whatever dark mood you were in would soon be forgotten. No matter what, I’ve always been able to wait you out, but your crazed moods have only gotten worse since I moved to Oklahoma.

I don’t understand how you could possibly have so much power over me when I don’t even live with you. Who can say which is more ridiculous; that you still think you can ground me when I’m twenty-three years old, or that I still bend to your will.

You’ve shown me all of your extremes, from the cold shoulder to the most heated words, but never anything like this. You just dumped so much on me at once that I hardly know what to do. It was like I couldn’t clear it away as fast as you were unloading it on me. I could tell you’d been saving it up and the conditions must have been exactly just right for you to vent it all.

My point is, this was really a surprise to me and I hope we won’t have to do it again. seriously, this has to be some kind of record for you. Because we’re stuck with each other, I’ve decided against holding a grudge. It will; however, take some time until I can trust you again.

Mother Nature, I hope you read this. I’m not angry, just disappointed.

P.S. Can I leave the house yet? I think most of the snow has melted.

P.P.S. I have always said that you’re unpredictable even though some people claim to have a pretty good read on you. Here’s a joke that seems to expose how meteorologists really work:

It was autumn, and the Indians on the remote reservation asked their new Chief if the winter was going to be cold or mild. Since he was a new Indian Chief in a modern society, he had never been taught the old secrets, and when he looked at the sky, he couldn’t tell what the weather was going to be. Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he replied to his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect wood to be prepared. But also being a practical leader, after several days he got an idea. He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked,
“Is the coming winter going to be cold?”
“It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold indeed,” the meteorologist at the weather service responded.
So the Chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more wood in order to be prepared. A week later he called the National Weather Service again.
“Is it going to be a very cold winter?”
“Yes,” the man at National Weather Service again replied, “it’s going to be a very cold winter.”
The Chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of wood they could find. Two weeks later he called the National Weather Service again.
“Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?”
“Absolutely,” the man replied. “It’s going to be one of the coldest winters ever.”
“How can you be so sure?” the Chief asked.
The weatherman replied, “The Indians are collecting wood like crazy!”

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