A Beautiful Day

"Beautiful day, isn't it?"

I hate getting that question. It usually forces me into a dilemma. I have one of two choices. I can either sell my soul and respond, "Yeah, it is." Or, I can be true to myself, "Eh, it's too hot for me," and come across as disagreeable.

If you know anything about me, you know I almost always choose the latter. Shocked faces tend to be the reaction. People don't know what to do in that situation. A friend told me that the reason for that disbelief is due to the fact that most people can agree on the contents of a beautiful day. I disagree. I surmise that a significant portion of the population agrees with me, but they've been intimidated into compliance. They don't want to challenge the status quo for fear of being ostracized and persecuted.

I like there to be a hint of a chill in the air. That's my idea of a beautiful day. Does that make crazy? Of course not. And if you feel the same way, then speak up. Don't let these fascists control the way you view the weather.