The mental gymnastics here are an excellent reminder of why winter is such a miserable and silly season to me.
NYC (I know, who cares..but we have some good ppl there) is staring down all time futility and most outside of the highlands of CT are wallowing in single digit snowfall. I mean, can barely buy a trace in a January that has had every single day above normal.
MA and points north only this week started seeing meaningful snow.
How would any weenie—and we are all weenies—not feel horrendously burned and/or desperate after what has been an objectively putrid first half of winter that likely locks in another BN snow season, say nothing of the temperature departure?
I get that everyone is looking for something to cheer for. We’re all on the same team there. But it gets exhausting to have posts that provide a glimmer of hope with the caveat “of course, no guarantees”, “cutters can happen in any pattern”, etc.
Who TF doesn’t know that? Especially this winter?
What’s worse by an order of magnitude however is pattern discussion that glosses over the fact that things have constantly been delayed and/or failed to produce even the bare minimum of wintry conditions and the new hopeful period requires another shot of positivity that essentially says this time it’ll be different. “Eventually persistence will fail”.
Who TF doesn’t know that, either? The question is when.
It’s all emotional here. There isn’t a single person here going at this without emotional defense or coping mechanisms. Just embrace it.
We give latitude to lie to ourselves in winter that we never would in any other season.