rant, rant, rabble, rabble...

Waking up to snow this morning was like a punch in the face! I mean seriously it's March. It's not December, when you know it's most likely going to happen. It's spring now, when it this weather going to end?! I was almost going to put up a happy post yesterday about the nicer weather we've been having up here in the wretched state of Minne'snow'ta. It was like walking around to power pop, while unicorns and rainbows flew around you. I know that may seem lame but I'm trying to think of good analogies for wonderfulness! Well just imagine the disgust the next day of finding piles of snow and all your unicorns dead. Their blood splatted in the snow, while you walk to bad metal music. All this week there has been people walking around in t-shirts! I got to see skin! That's right, arms were bare! A few legs as well! But then this comes and we are forced to retreat back into our winter coats. I forced myself to the usual walk to work, even though I was cursing under my breath. I want to move.
It's funny how even the weather can be a slight distraction from the other thoughts that have been haunting me all week. I keep getting the same question popping up in my mind. It's almost like a bad joke. "What are you trying to prove?" It feel cryptic. I suppose a lot of it is the pressure I've been feeding myself. With me wanting to starting school soon and make an actual difference with my life. Yet, dealing with all of my friends in some sort of turmoil right now and seeing them failing with their dreams. I've always been the person they've turned to for help. Although I am the youngest of the group, they know that I am the more honest and willing to hear them out. Usually I am more than willing to lend a shoulder or give some sort of opinion. Unfortunately now it feels like they are all running to me like I'm a poor martyr. It honestly feels like there is a doom cloud surrounding everyone. The calm before the storm. I have yet to feel the wrath from it *knock on wood* but I know that something is happening. It's a feeling. Watching others being pushed down, while I am still climbing strong without any resistance. Yet, I feel this warning and I see the destruction. It's hard to explain. Perhaps I've just been reading too much science fiction lately! I just know last year I felt this and doom came as I had assumed it would. Some of my friends were forced to move, a few love affairs ended and everything seemingly changed in an instant. So I suppose I have every reason to be cautious. With this doom feeling lurking, I guess it makes sense why I am wondering what I am trying to prove. I guess I have a lot to sort through as I spend my weekend alone with my cat. I'm sure she can help me out by staring at me for hours and meowing annoyingly.