Full disclosure: I have been sad this last week or so. And I only mention it, because it has given me writer’s block and drawer’s block (Is this a thing? Whatever. It is now. I do what I want.)

Against my own will, I convinced myself that talking about it might help me to move beyond it. I tried reasoning with myself on this issue, but sometimes there’s just no talking to me.  And then, as if on cue, my drawing tablet broke. And that is the place where this post was made. I’m sorry if it’s weird or not what you came for.

Come back, and I’ll do better next time.

As a Florida native, I am familiar with all things hurricane. Hurricane preparedness, hurricane days, hurricane warnings. And I know one thing about hurricanes with absolute certainty: They do whatever the fuck they want.

You can be a weatherman and wear a blazer and a comb over, and you can point at a map and be all “stock up on water and beef jerky, Miami”, but hurricanes don’t take shit from anyone. Especially not weathermen named Chip.

One minute, hurricanes can be all

(hurricane image from Discovery News)

And the next, they’re like

And we all just have to go with it, because you can’t fight a hurricane. You just have to duck and cover, or whatever.

And sometimes, that’s how life goes. Because one minute, it’s June and you’re like “I have made reasonable life plans and now, I will put them into action.” And then, almost over night, you’re supposed to accept that Christmas is almost here and things don’t always go according to plan and HOLY SHIT, they’re still making Chipmunk movies? And that is a complex and difficult pill to swallow, because who is seeing these stupid movies? And also, how long am I going to be following this weird, unpredictable path? One minute, things seem to be headed in one direction and the next we’re going somewhere totally different. And why does stuff have to take so long to work out? How long is the anticipated wait time? Like, should I get a lawn chair? Or a cot? Or a baseball bat?

But sometimes, I have to go with it. Because if strange, winding paths to unpredictable destinations are good enough for hurricanes, then they’re probably good enough for me, and I should just be cool.