Ahh, spring in the Midwest. the warmth, the snow, the flooding, the dryness - has there ever been a more Bi-polar time anywhere? The other day, it snowed. By nightfall, it melted. yesterday it was 50+, and tomorrow it's supposed to turn Minneapolis into a snowglobe.
As much as this bothers me - with my hot=good and cold=bad mentality - at least for this brief period of time I get to really feel like the weather. As always, I go back and forth between unfeeling cold and the warm basking glow of pure, unadulterated human warmth radiating from within. It's an unavoidable "live in the now" approach, but spring hits me every year like this. The only way to avoid seeming like even more of an oddball is by taking the 'cool kid on the roller coaster' approach: the rush and intensity still make my stomach lurch, and while feelings, thoughts and intuitions excitedly whip past at blinding speeds I keep a blank and stoic face to keep everyone from seeing just how much it affects me.
It's an awesome, inspiringly alive feeling for the most part. Unfortunately for my broke-ass it also inspires near irresistible amounts of wanderlust. Maybe I should go to Duluth to see a friend, or Chicago to museum hop, or Milwaukee for a show. Or all three and a trip out to Portland to see an old friend to boot, with a side stop to phoenix...I need a good long roadtrip to feel refreshed inside again. The kind of long journey that leaves me feeling filled full of other people and places. Long enough to get it out of my system for a few months, and to feel like there really is a reason to pay rent to live in one place for an extended period of time.
As much as this bothers me - with my hot=good and cold=bad mentality - at least for this brief period of time I get to really feel like the weather. As always, I go back and forth between unfeeling cold and the warm basking glow of pure, unadulterated human warmth radiating from within. It's an unavoidable "live in the now" approach, but spring hits me every year like this. The only way to avoid seeming like even more of an oddball is by taking the 'cool kid on the roller coaster' approach: the rush and intensity still make my stomach lurch, and while feelings, thoughts and intuitions excitedly whip past at blinding speeds I keep a blank and stoic face to keep everyone from seeing just how much it affects me.
It's an awesome, inspiringly alive feeling for the most part. Unfortunately for my broke-ass it also inspires near irresistible amounts of wanderlust. Maybe I should go to Duluth to see a friend, or Chicago to museum hop, or Milwaukee for a show. Or all three and a trip out to Portland to see an old friend to boot, with a side stop to phoenix...I need a good long roadtrip to feel refreshed inside again. The kind of long journey that leaves me feeling filled full of other people and places. Long enough to get it out of my system for a few months, and to feel like there really is a reason to pay rent to live in one place for an extended period of time.