icehound wrote:
It's days like today that cause me to wonder what fuck a guy with a lineage stretching back 1,000 generations, born and bred in the Mediterranean region and the Middle East, is doing in this unforgiving foreign climate...
I can already feel the seasonal affective disorder seeping in - The profound sense of desolation; isolation. Futility.
Times like these cause me to say: "I fucking hate winter. I fucking hate Buffalo."
And the "fun" hasn't even begun, yet. I find it a horrible prospect to look forward to the coming six months, without sunlight; without warmth.
I already feel like an alien - Dropped on the wrong fucking planet.
Drop the fucking puck, already - I need Hockey like a junkie needs heroin. It gets me through the worst of it. And without it, I'd go mad.
Sounds like the speech I preached ad nauseum until I relocated to South Florida 20 years ago. Keep one thing in mind, though...no matter where you go, there you are. Someone hated life in the Middle East, maybe hated the desert climate, too, and got the fuck out. People in every location on earth bitch about the weather and think it's better someplace else, only to learn that when they go someplace else the people STILL long for the weather they once new.
Glean the good, fuck the bad, and when it becomes too much to bear make yourself a cocktail and have a laugh with a friend.