Dear Winter,
I'm not sure how to say this without hurting your feelings, but... well, I'm over you.
I know, I know, you want to hang around a while longer so we can see if we can make it work. I've heard it all, "Just 8 more weeks! You'll get to love me!" and "By July you'll be begging me to come back!" Yeah, yeah, heard it. Besides, I've heard from your friend at the news station, that you plan to take your negative self into my home and settle in until at least next month. Are you planning to pay rent? How about at least contributing to the heating bill? No? Didn't think so.
So I just can't do it any more. Maybe if you stopped dumping your stuff all over my space, we could talk. But as it was I couldn't even FIND my car this morning under all that crap you tossed around last night. And then, when I did, I spent almost fifteen minutes (when already late for a meeting) trying to get said car up and over the pile of your junk creating three-foot wide butte between where my car was parked and where my car needed to drive.
There's also this whole physical abuse thing. I'm standing up to say No More. I *need* those fingers you keep trying to freeze off. And my nose? NOT just for decoration! Leaving ice in really inconvenient places so I slip and fall is a little passive aggressive and it isn't cool either. I mean, it's COOL... cold even, but it's not something I can take lying down. Even when, you know, I'm lying down in the middle of the damn street. I'm tired of having to wear almost everything I own in order to have enough layers to keep you from leaving marks on me.
I'm not leaving you for anyone in particular, but I will say that Spring is a lot more mellow than you are, and I could totally go for less frigid, more comfortable right now.
No Love,
Me.
I know, I know, you want to hang around a while longer so we can see if we can make it work. I've heard it all, "Just 8 more weeks! You'll get to love me!" and "By July you'll be begging me to come back!" Yeah, yeah, heard it. Besides, I've heard from your friend at the news station, that you plan to take your negative self into my home and settle in until at least next month. Are you planning to pay rent? How about at least contributing to the heating bill? No? Didn't think so.
So I just can't do it any more. Maybe if you stopped dumping your stuff all over my space, we could talk. But as it was I couldn't even FIND my car this morning under all that crap you tossed around last night. And then, when I did, I spent almost fifteen minutes (when already late for a meeting) trying to get said car up and over the pile of your junk creating three-foot wide butte between where my car was parked and where my car needed to drive.
There's also this whole physical abuse thing. I'm standing up to say No More. I *need* those fingers you keep trying to freeze off. And my nose? NOT just for decoration! Leaving ice in really inconvenient places so I slip and fall is a little passive aggressive and it isn't cool either. I mean, it's COOL... cold even, but it's not something I can take lying down. Even when, you know, I'm lying down in the middle of the damn street. I'm tired of having to wear almost everything I own in order to have enough layers to keep you from leaving marks on me.
I'm not leaving you for anyone in particular, but I will say that Spring is a lot more mellow than you are, and I could totally go for less frigid, more comfortable right now.
No Love,
Me.