people understand - sympathize, even - if you're from a warm climate, move to a cold one, and miss the warm one. they understand if you're from the mountains and now you're in the plains. they even understand if you're from new york city and now you're not. "you can take the girl out of new york," they empathize, "but you can't take the new york out of the girl." they're willing - eager, sometimes - to talk about it with you. to listen, to validate, to care. and not just to care - but to almost make you a saint. "you poor thing! i don't know how on earth you do it! i know i couldn't! you deserve a medal, girl."
try that with snow.
for once, it would be nice to be understood. to not be looked at like you're a freak. to not be met with, "you don't really mean, that. do you??????" to not be told there must be something wrong with you.
it's like being in a minority that everyone thinks you sorta deserve to be in. "if you're gonna be this crazy, you deserve whatever ostracism you get."
but, weather and climate are really very fundamental parts of who each of us, at the core, really is. don't believe it? when was the last time you - or anyone you know - didn't high five the person who said he wishes he were at the beach? you not only high five it, you pine for it. you wish you were there. if not going so far as wishing that he weren't there, you at least wish you were, too. you can talk for hours about it. days. years. you plan your retirement around it. and yet........it isn't a key part of who you are?
but let someone start talking about cold and snow and you scoff. you dismiss - (that's really the worst part). you roll your eyes. you can't believe it. you don't even try to believe it. you assume that the person who likes cold and snow is either a.) crazy, b.) a liar, or.....
c.) 3/5 of a person.
