Some fucking pictures of some fucking ice

My mother hates when I use the word fuck. Sorry Mom.



One of the things that can happen to you in a medium sized city is that you see the same people over and over again. Some people are quality, some are not. That's not what I'm going to talk about. That's just a fact in any community. That's just a fact about people.



And you begin to see that everyone new you meet also know the same people.



And when people start to begin to know you, you feel self conscious, and start to try to be a better person in the eyes of the world. And maybe you feel like you should be smarter, or wittier, or more charming. That totally happens, no matter who you are or how confident you are. It's the disease of being too social. You are supposed to fight it, especially girls my age, because we were raised with the constant cry of "be yourself". When our mothers were our age, and still remembered the sunrise of feminism. I don't know, obviously not every girl had that. But I think most of my friends' mothers. So we know how we are supposed to be, but sometimes we don't even realize the infection is in us until there are visible symptoms. The stress of trying too hard takes a little bit of time to show itself.



The point, I guess, is this. This week we had an ice storm and honestly, this is one of my favorite parts of winter, when the ice hits. I went out and took a bunch of photos the first day, because seriously, it's awesome. But then this guy I follow on twitter said something like "oh hey, I can't wait to see everyone's pictures of ice #sarcasm" and I actually felt bad. I was like, oh, I'm one of those people *sad face*.



And that's exactly the opposite of the reaction I should have had, which should have been to immediately post as many goddamn pictures of the ice as I wanted.