It's Too Cold for Sexual Thoughts...

            I haven't quite figured how to gauge my success of surviving this great blizzard of 2013. I lost power. I shoveled my way out of the driveway with my stepmom. I lived in a cold house that averaged a temp of 55 degrees with the exception of the living room; we had a fireplace running all day/night. I lived without Facebook, twitter, texting, instagram, email, T.V., the internet. But instead, I took interest with my families lives. We had conversations. We drank beer. We shared laughs and giggles a few times. We played Clue. We listened to the radio to hear how everyone else was surviving. That was what life was like. But then my mom told me to come over because they had power…

            I woke up at 4 AM on Saturday in a strangely cold room. I looked over and my phone appeared to be in a noncharging state of mind. It dawned on me that we had finally lost power during this blizzard. A groaned a bit then flopped over and went back to sleep. When morning finally called for me, I rolled out of bed and saw my father and stepmom sitting on the couch talking. The fire was blazing in the fire place and the room was considerably warm. I thought to myself, this should be easy. At least 24 hours of this? NBD.

            I sat around most of the day with fam, reading a book (I actually own a few books, surprisingly enough), and even played CLUE. I thought about posting shit on Facebook and twitter and instashit. It was tough. I had some good material to post that would probably generate thousands of likes and retweets, but then I thought to myself, I should probably conserve my battery life for more pressing needs, you know, emergency phone call or something. I also wanted to post pictures of the blizzard, because I knew how unique they would have been. Instead of your yard, it would have been mine, maybe with a different choice of filters. I know I’m quite the picturesque type.

 

            Clue was fun. I hadn't played that game in years. It was great to get a refresher course in board games. In another life, I grew an admiration for them, and since lost my way. Oh how I yearn for the old days… (But the new days are decent too…) So Clue… I lost, by default. I should have picked the knife instead of the wrench. It was upsetting. I really thought I had the killer in my crosshair, but nope. I fucked up.

            After Clue, we sat around listening to the radio. People were calling in about how they were weathering the storm. It was funny. Better than watching a shitty reality show. Why? Because these were real people and they weren’t be scripted to do anything. One woman called saying she was concerned about her front door being blocked by the snow and that she couldn’t get out. Later in the conversation she made it aware to everyone that she had a back door she could go out. I mean the stupidity of people. You can’t write that shit. Another person called in asking if there were any liquor stores open. I respect a man with priorities. Then the majority of people were complaining, during the storm, why the power wasn't back on. My think for why it wasn't back on was simply; well, would you want to go out there in the storm to fix something…? I sure as fuck didn't want to even leave my living room. The whole notion got me aggravated. People have this, want now, mentality. Which leads me to this; there’s a system, there are people out there who say, “Fuck the system.” Well, let me tell you something, you’re the reason why the system doesn't function properly. It’s because you keep offsetting the goddamn fucking system!

 

            Several points during the chaos of Nemo, I would check Facebook to get an idea how the outside world was doing. Many people died in this storm. I’m talking about actual deaths. I’m talking about figurative, fictitious deaths. People lost power and they were bored. What would they do without Facebook or twitter or texting their bff’s? I was more concerned for their wellbeing than the elderly neighbors next door with no heat and a junk pacemaker.  I for one thought it was fun. I enjoyed myself. Yes, it was fucking cold in my house, but at the end of the day, I kept thinking, it could be worse. And let me tell you, it can always be worse…

           Sleeping At night was a fucking drag. It actually wasn't that bad. My room was about 55 degrees and I had about 15 blankets. They all kept falling of my bed and then I would remember it was cold as fuck. I tired to think of happy thoughts, however, I realized it was just too damn cold. That and happy thoughts were pissing me off simply because I was miserable. But I never forgot, it could always be worse... and it was bad enough...

p.s. the power is back on! Thank Christ! I almost died…