It happens every April. My city’s inhabitants listlessly roam about their errands and vaguely greet each other with bleary red eyes and wheezing coughs. 4-20 dude!
My city is not stoned (well some are), it is pollinated.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Springtime and my town blooms with color like no other.
It’s a beautiful thing to witness when you can actually see clearly. The pollen makes that difficult.
Tonight I was living my ultra-glamorous life in an ultra-glamorous way, (grocery shopping) when I began to become paranoid. My eyes were red and puffy and tears were streaming down my cheeks. I just knew that anyone who made eye contact with me would assume I was high. Somehow, the paranoia of looking high while not being high is even greater than the paranoia of being busted while actually being high (not that I would know).When I did allow myself to make eye contact with other shoppers, I noticed that they had been attacked by pollen as well. Trippy.
I still love Spring, whether I can see it or not. Spring means Summer is just around the corner and by then, the ominous pollen will be gone. I’m never happier than when I’m tan and on a kayak.
The pollen is annoying but I just chalk it up to the last “snowfall” of the year.
Can you relate to this? Please share.