I have finally found the root cause of my anger. I’ll spare you my dear reader with a classic rant that would involve bad mouthing everything from New England to the Navy.
I do think it is odd how often my anger tends to get displaced onto other topics and I don’t figure out the actual root of my anger until several days later. I also think this is a major problem for a lot of people. Well, with that said, I think it’s safe to save I have resurfaced from my hole and will be updating more often. I do my best not to go on negative rants, but some times they’ll appear.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Hurricane Season
While living back home I was fascinated by hurricane season. I would research everything from past storms to how the media covered them. My obsession is comparable to that of any sports fan. I knew dates and figures and could rattle off the top of my head the name list for storms of any given year.
It was very odd and eerie now that I look back. I found such peace and tranquility in those storms. The last time I was in the hospital for an extended period of time, my family snuck in photos and articles about it. I even delayed the treaded bed time for an evening simply because I could communicate to the night shift nurse how beautiful the storm was in all of its power and glory.
I find myself now that I have actually met the ocean in a couple of places along the eastern American coastline to be less interested in hurricane season. I can imagine with more accuracy what it would be like to live through such a storm and so now the appeal is gone. I am finding myself developing a whole new kind of love for the vast waters of this planet, but it is somehow more peaceful than my before obsession.
This realization has led me to wonder if I haven’t been the only one a bit lost. How many Midwesterners really know what the ocean waters are like? Sure, a movie or a television show can bring the ocean into everyone’s living rooms so to speak, but ask anyone who has actually seen it and they will tell you it’s not the same. It’s hard to imagine low and high tides without actually witnessing them. It’s hard to understand its vast size without actually seeing it not to mention the much bigger concept of creatures living in it or how those living things are affected by pollution. In an era where people are less aware of geography how are those in power going to convince land locked people that the ocean is worth saving and/or worth investing in?
It was very odd and eerie now that I look back. I found such peace and tranquility in those storms. The last time I was in the hospital for an extended period of time, my family snuck in photos and articles about it. I even delayed the treaded bed time for an evening simply because I could communicate to the night shift nurse how beautiful the storm was in all of its power and glory.
I find myself now that I have actually met the ocean in a couple of places along the eastern American coastline to be less interested in hurricane season. I can imagine with more accuracy what it would be like to live through such a storm and so now the appeal is gone. I am finding myself developing a whole new kind of love for the vast waters of this planet, but it is somehow more peaceful than my before obsession.
This realization has led me to wonder if I haven’t been the only one a bit lost. How many Midwesterners really know what the ocean waters are like? Sure, a movie or a television show can bring the ocean into everyone’s living rooms so to speak, but ask anyone who has actually seen it and they will tell you it’s not the same. It’s hard to imagine low and high tides without actually witnessing them. It’s hard to understand its vast size without actually seeing it not to mention the much bigger concept of creatures living in it or how those living things are affected by pollution. In an era where people are less aware of geography how are those in power going to convince land locked people that the ocean is worth saving and/or worth investing in?
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