A typical male conversation:
Larry: "Hey man, how’s it going?"
Miguel: "Great man, how about you?"
Larry: "Couldn’t be better."
Miguel: "I know what you mean."
Larry: "Can you believe this weather!"
Miguel: "Don’t get me started. First it’s too dang cold. And now it’s gonna be 90 today. And the humidity is killing me."
Complaining about the weather here in the Great White North is a national past time. Too cold in the winter, too hot in the summer, too wet in the spring and fall (or all year round in Vancouver.) The weather is our consistent shared experience. It’s easy to talk about – to complain about, in fact. It’s a point of contact that masquerades as conversation. It doesn’t matter that Larry is awaiting a possible cancer diagnosis (which in the Canadian Health Care system can take almost as long to get as the cancer does to kill). Nor does it matter that Miguel has been laid off with a kid starting college – everything’s great.
Miguel & Larry are fictional characters – and too often so are we. We assume a character, play a role and hope for applause.
But not me, today. I woke up grumpy and if you ask, I’m going to tell you exactly how I feel – the weather sucks!!!