What White Lies Do You Tell Yourself?
Winter is upon us! At least that’s what my calendar has been telling me despite the fact that temperatures have pushed 70 degrees this past week in the northeastern part of the Unites States. Now either Mother Nature can’t let go of her hot and heavy fling with Mr. Summer or global warming is seriously trying to prove the Mayans right as we inch closer to the year 2012. Either way, I am not enjoying the lack of snow flurries and unusually high winter temperatures one bit.
That's because I need consistency. Once I brush the dust off my all black winter peacoat in late October I expect to be able to put on that coat every morning for the next four months, no questions asked. And here I am, breaking out in a cold, no, hot sweat in the last freakin’ month of the year as I board the F train every morning. I’m bitter because I miss the snow. Cliche it may be but there is is a timeless innocence that I have associated with the snowfall in winter ever since I was a kid. Even the irony of a snowstorm is too much for me to bear sometimes. Tiny pieces of crystalline water ice that make up snowflakes are so soft, so incredibly tiny and fall ever so gracefully. Yet the amount of havoc and destruction they can bring to Anywhere, USA in a matter of only a few hours is insurmountable, sometimes fatal.
Snow, like many of the white lies I have told this year are only temporary. Just like the snow will eventually melt its way back into the earth and down the sewer drains, my white lies will eventually be uncovered; I am most certain of it. That's why I was psyched to see I wasn't the only one: the folks over at Tonic.com have been thinking about their little white lies that have snowballed up this year, too.
Maybe it’s the culmination of an extra stressful year or the tail end demons I’m trying so desperately to rid myself of before years end but I find myself lying to myself, and to my loved ones, more so in the month of December than any where else over the course of the year. Maybe I’m just mad that my parents lied to me about Hanukah Harry being real all those years.
