If you are living in or near New York these days, you will have noticed this phenomenon; New Yorkers think they can control the weather with their actions. Yesterday, I went out to brunch with two friends. And yesterday’s weather was nice (for this time of the year) but it wasn’t spring by any means. I mean it was like 53 tops in the sun. That’s about 8 degrees Celsius for those in non American, Liberian or Burmese cities.

New Yorkers have telekinetic powers. Or they believe they do. Honestly, if you were outside, you would have seen idiots running around in t shirts, shorts and light light jackets. Why? Cause New Yorkers are tired of the winter, just plain fucking tired of it. So what do we do? Well we’ll just wear whatever we want. We don’t care if it’s 40 degrees out today. If we say it’s 65, well then fuck, it’s 65.

I got up yesterday, knew it was late March, decided for no apparent reason in the world, that I wouldn’t wear my gloves or scarf. Why? Cause I didn’t want it to be cold outside.

Fuck you weather! We all showed you didn’t, we?? Haha, who’s laughing now weather? Who’s laughing now??

PS. My hands were fucking freezing yesterday.