Prairie Hurricanes

The weather here seems to dictate our conversation. It is a safe bet to talk about, most the time, unless you make a mistake and start a conversation about it with a classic pessimist. Then you are screwed. Because what was once a safe subject just turned into the perfect opportunity for that person to unload WHAT THEY REALLY FEEL about the subject. And then, since they are on a roll, they decide to move on to bigger and better things, such as the minute details of their love life and you are silently screaming in your head, "TMI!TMI! Lalalalala! Get THAT mental picture out of my mind!" and "I am WAY TOO NICE to pretend I care." But on the exterior, you smile and nod and say, "Oh, that's nice" and try not to sound too interested because the Pessimist can sense if they have a sucker that might actually care about what is going on in their life.

So, back to the weather. Today's forecast is a prairie hurricane. Don't bother fixing your hair. Don't bother with hairspray. Don't even bother. Pony it up and resign yourself to the fact that everyone else will look as wind blown as you do. And beware of the Pessimist if your looking to start a conversation.