Snow rage

March 12, 2008 § 11 Comments

Seriously, that’s what the Globe & Mail is calling it.  Personally, I prefer to think of it as snow despair, or perhaps, nihilisme de neige.  Then again, I don’t own a shotgun. 

Whatever the name, you know it’s been a rough winter when Environment Canada’s climatologists start expounding on the psychological effects of snow.  According to one:

Psychologically, I think we’re worn out. Not only [is it] the amount of snow we’ve had, it’s the number of days with snow.  Every time you look out, either it’s collecting on the ground or it’s just even a trace snowing in the air.

The psychologists, for their part, have things like this to say:

I’m seeing so much white that I’m seeing red.  At some point, people feel overwhelmed, crushed. It’s playing on their morale and their nerves.

So it’s not just me, then?  That’s good… I think.

Now, what I want to know is this: where’s my pill?  Normally, when a new psychiatric syndrome is recognized, the pharmaceutical industry is at the ready with a patent-protected wonder drug that promises to cure its ills.  Now that Viagra sales have stalled and antidepressants have been proven to be ineffective, you’d think they could whip up a little something for snow rage.

Hello, Sunoxyten? 

In the meantime, I will do my best to overcome the winter blahs sans medication and report back to you with my findings, which will almost certainly involve alcohol.  Wish me luck.


§ 11 Responses to Snow rage

  • Frank says:

    Yeah, it must be the snow. I’m spent, depressed, fatigued, and bored. I’ve been blaming it on too much stuff going on in my life, but this snow really seems to be the knockout punch. And the thing is that up to about a couple weeks ago I was really enjoying the snow. I can’t tell you how defeating it was to come back from NYC where there was NO snow to Montreal where it took me a half hour to dig a ten foot long path through a four foot drift. Not only is it deep, but it’s hard. I will definitely be taking advantage of the sun and warmth when (if?) it comes around.

  • uberfrau says:

    Man. That sucks. Today I was complaining to myself about how sunny it was and how I was going to get wrinkles around eyes from squinting so much from all of the sun and bright light.

  • mellowkitty says:

    it would be great to see the pavement again…and my toes peeking out from a pair of sandals…and to flash some bare shoulders in the bright sunlight…and to cook outdoors…

    …i miss sweating ;)

  • rada says:

    I have recognized the psychological hangups living in the southern tier of New York state for almost 2 years now. The amount of gray days to be had in Binghamton, a lot more than 3 hours southeast in NYC, certainly leads to lethargy, catatonia and a general “blah” feeling. Add snow and ice and sleet to this equation (and the dreaded black ice on roads that is any motorist’s/bicyclist’s worst nightmare) and you definitely have a recipe for some sort of medication to alter the chemicals in your mind.

    Or, you can do your own things to alter your mood amidst the grim grayness. Alcohol and dance parties are an essential combination to rise above the depression of winter. And when spring finally does roll around (we’re on that brink now) you definitely feel uplifted and alive.

    Psychological affects based on seasonal changes in the northeast regions of North America. Urban, suburban, rural. who wants to fund me? ;)

  • Vila H. says:

    Frank: Yes, I notice that it’s presently seven degrees in New York City and raining. I should probably stop checking other cities’ weather.

    Uberfrau: Really, you’re such a bitch.

    Mellowkitty: It’s at about this point in the year that I forget I have shoulders. I’d forget that I have any skin at all, except for the fact that I have to moisturize it every ten minutes. Comparatively speaking, sweating would be a pleasure.

    Rada: I just checked Binghamton’s weather; accounting for wind chill, you have about thirteen degrees on us.

    The worst thing about Montreal’s winters is that they never fucking end. While the rest of the Northeast is savouring spring, we’re still sub-zero and bracing for April snowstorms.

    (Sighs.) Wanna come up and throw us a dance party?

  • uberfrau says:

    Sometimes I can’t help it. but ask yourself this: Are you getting Mosquito bites? Because I am.

  • Oso Raro says:

    Nilhisme de neige? From one cold place to another, yea, I get it. Ici c’est meilleur quizas le banalité d’hiver. Not much snow, but numbing cold for weeks on end that kept ponds, streams, and the ground covered in the white stuff or pure ice stemming from Xmas, bleak sunscapes, and tundra photo ops. Now all is slowly melting and refreezing and remelting again. Thank God! Here, however, there is no (greater) rage, only a descent into hazardous, idle pastimes like too much casserole eating, requisite jello desserts, and of course the odd anonymous walk-in pump and dump scene, or so I’ve read ;-)

  • Only worth it if a record is broken. Then it’s suddenly legendary. Otherwise it’s just a huge pain in the ass…

  • Vila H. says:

    Oso Raro: I’ve found that the key to survival is chocolate. And scotch.

    Sparky: I’m going to have to go with the latter. Fuck, I can barely navigate my sidewalk as it is…

  • mare says:

    This winter is not exceptional in its length, just in the amount of snow and the number of grey days. On a day as today, when the skies are an radiant blue and the sun is shining abundantly, the snow on the ground adds light and that makes me very happy. Unfortunatly we lacked thses days a lot this winter.

    But I prefer this weather above the weather in the Netherlands, where it just rains, rains and rains, almost every day.

  • Urileye says:

    sleep. sleep. and more sleep. it’s the only way i can survive.

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