When I woke up this morning and saw that 6 inches of snow had fallen and more was still falling, my first reaction was one of excitement. My second reaction was a lurch in my stomach, knowing that I may have to drive in this. But I was sure that they were going to cancel school. I turned on the tv to find that the list of school closures was long and growing by the minute. But no District 81. District 81 has a history of being the last district to give in, or ask forgiveness later when they realize that they should have initially cancelled school.
That was the case today. My confidence that school was going to be cancelled added to the series of events that aligned themselves to create the perfect storm accompanying this perfect storm.
Robert K Merton, the sociologist who coined the phrase, self fulfilling prophesy, insists that I feared myself into an accident this morning.
The self-fulfilling prophecy is, in the beginning, a false definition of the situation evoking a new behaviour which makes the original false conception come 'true'. This specious validity of the self-fulfilling prophecy perpetuates a reign of error.
In other words, a positive or negative prophecy, strongly held belief, or delusion - declared as truth when it is actually false - may sufficiently influence people so that their reactions ultimately fulfill the once-false prophecy.
In other words, my intense fear of driving in the snow actually causes bad things to happen.
It caused the nice fellow to do a 180 degree turn and slide into the back of my van.
But if I knew that this was going to happen, wouldn't I have made sure to put some proper clothes on before I left the house?
A few years ago, Savanna was a domino for Halloween. I added some white circles to a black fleece zip up onesie outfit I found at Goodwill. I think it is meant for construction workers or hunters to wear under their uniforms....as a collective, not individual ensemble In any case, it is genius. It is made with the softest fleece imaginable and is easy to put on and take off. Wearing it is like being encased in a . The only problem is that it is butt ugly. Corey calls them my gangster pajamas. I must preface this statement by saying that Corey never has many qualms about what I choose to wear. So the fact that he hates this one, is a testament to it's revulsion inducing quality.
Who cares, really?
In the grand scheme of things, this is just one of those days that I will choose to remember and laugh out loud at the ridiculous of the series of events.
Today, I choose to build a snowcave and hide.
Tomorrow, I will be shouting from the rooftops. Life is funny!!
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