So, on Monday my classmates told me that the impending snowstorm could mean that we would not be able to leave our homes for some time, even up to a week. There would be no delivery services for food, or ice cream and other good things. If I wanted to survive the snow storm, I would need to stock up on food and necessities and hope for the best. Needless to say, being the first "snow day" I would experience, I let them scare me.
In the Mega Farmers market where I do my grocery shopping, there was a buzz. It was busy, busier than usual. People were moving around with a step of purpose; people were excited. I was taken aback. Because I usually do my shopping on Sundays, doing one on a Monday was a jolt. I did not think so many people shop here.
However, I noted that people were a bit more friendly, courteous, patience. Why could this be? Perhaps it was because at that moment, we were all victims of an impending disaster, a snowstorm that would affect us all. We would all share in the tribulations, helpless until mother nature was sated, and relented.
Naturally, the storm was just a slosh; no blizzard or high winds (at least in the DC area). It was disappointing, and a relief, all at once. I was disappointed that there was no climax to the anticipation of an event that would potentially bring people together. I was relieved that it did not bring destruction or death.
Now we can go back to our lives where we hate one another and cut in lines, and are generally unpleasant with one another. We can draw the daggers and challenge one another to tussles because they have different skin color or because they worship the wrong deity. In short, we can go back to being annoyingly human.
In the Mega Farmers market where I do my grocery shopping, there was a buzz. It was busy, busier than usual. People were moving around with a step of purpose; people were excited. I was taken aback. Because I usually do my shopping on Sundays, doing one on a Monday was a jolt. I did not think so many people shop here.
However, I noted that people were a bit more friendly, courteous, patience. Why could this be? Perhaps it was because at that moment, we were all victims of an impending disaster, a snowstorm that would affect us all. We would all share in the tribulations, helpless until mother nature was sated, and relented.
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| The manicured lawns of University of Maryland are frozen. What happens to the squirrels now? |
Now we can go back to our lives where we hate one another and cut in lines, and are generally unpleasant with one another. We can draw the daggers and challenge one another to tussles because they have different skin color or because they worship the wrong deity. In short, we can go back to being annoyingly human.
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