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Winter = Boredom |
2003-03-08� �� 3:03 a.m. |
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I understand why suicide goes up in the winter months. It�s friggin� boring when you can�t go outside for days at a time.
Seriously it�s too cold to just go outside for the heck of it. If you�re venturing out, there had better be a destination -- preferably one with a heater and hot chocolate. There�s this phenomenon that has been described by several Chicagoans as the �winter buddy� concept. The people here get a snuggle partner for the winter months, giving them someone to watch movies, eat home-cooked dinners, and make a little warmth with. Once the weather warms up a bit, everyone�s single again. And because there�s no lovin� for this Joey right now, I�m understanding another reason why this �winter buddy� exists: to keep you from being too incredibly bored when it�s too damn cold to leave your apartment. I would go to one the many clubs around my place, but I�m not drunk or desperate enough to go alone quite yet. That and I don�t feel like putting in the effort to drink the requisite few beers before shake-shake-shakin� my bootie. Seriously, there�s only so much conversation that Hambone can stand. Before you know it, I�ll be walking him on a leash or some other nonsense like that. [snicker, snicker] So, where does one get friends? School. Work. Common activities. Friends-of-friends. Education isn�t going to happen. Not only am I not a resident of the state (verrrry high tuition bills at the community college), but I have no schedule that I�m willing to rearrange. Speaking of that schedule, I have no money-maker yet. If they tell me that I have to man the fryer on the third shift, golly gee that�s where I�ll be! Activities? It�s too damn cold. Okay, so it isn�t *that* cold when you�re rollerblading. But for the past week there�s been a large amount of snow on the sidewalks and roads. Snow means ice, and ice means rock salt. It�s too dangerous to roll at rocket speed and hit a patch of ice. Because of my joblessness, I have no insurance to fix myself up either. And as far as meeting people through my friends... Wait... That would require friends, right? Herbie is the greatest neighbor I�ve ever had. We talk often, hang out occasionally, and even leave the apartment once a week or so. There�s good conversation -- Something that Helga and Holger don�t have going for them. But between the three of them, I don�t want to be a pest. There�s only so much of me that I�d want to see too! What�s the solution? Call my buddies in Texas each time I get bored or lonely? Nah. Get out the leash, Hammus. Mama�s taking you for another walk!�
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