To answer the question of why I get excited when I see a wave forming off the coast of Africa: First of all, I do not rejoice at the havoc and destruction that hurricanes or tropical storms can wreak. I take them seriously and do what I should to prepare. I also do what I can afterward to help out those who were in the path of one.
But here's the thing. I really like gray days, and the grayer the better. I think I have the opposite of seasonal affective disorder because I get really pumped when it's all gloomy looking or even just overcast. Too much sunshine and I just want to go back to bed. So a hurricane is something like the extreme form of that, I guess: very gray, very gloomy looking, very windy.
Now, I will say that the dumb-bell reporters who get out in the wind and rain to give us "on the spot" coverage of the storm ... that's just added hilarity. (And aren't they just stooooopid out there telling us how windy and rainy it is?)
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But here's the thing. I really like gray days, and the grayer the better. I think I have the opposite of seasonal affective disorder because I get really pumped when it's all gloomy looking or even just overcast. Too much sunshine and I just want to go back to bed. So a hurricane is something like the extreme form of that, I guess: very gray, very gloomy looking, very windy.
Now, I will say that the dumb-bell reporters who get out in the wind and rain to give us "on the spot" coverage of the storm ... that's just added hilarity. (And aren't they just stooooopid out there telling us how windy and rainy it is?)
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