Whenever we write a piece of news that has a negative connotation, I get a bunch emails from people who are in denial.
Even when I say that "Montreal will be hit with a snowstorm", and I include the links to prove that fact inside the article, people actually get mad at me, as if I'm the one causing the storm. In the end they just want me to lie to them and tell them everything will be okay.
I did a bit of research and it turns out, this is real phenomenon. People secretly want to be lied to, regardless of what the facts are.
Dr. Hurd is a psychotherapist who wrote about this concept. As an example he mentions how some people react when they fail at a particular task. No one wants to be told it's their own fault, they want to blame another factor, even if it's a lie.
I know I could do it, but I just didn’t have the motivation. How can I get motivation?” People talk about motivation as if it’s something you can acquire without effort. But motivation is not magic. It just refers to wanting something badly enough to work for it.When someone tells me they weren’t motivated I usually correct them by saying, “So you didn’t really want it all that much, did you?” This, of course, makes a lot of people mad. They don’t like the implication that it’s their own choices that led to their disappointments. They’d rather think it was something or someone else.
No one wants the truth unless it's positive. They just want to hear "happy talk" so they feel good and then they move on with their day.
And once they've moved on, it doesn't matter what happens after that, because they will no longer pay attention.
Look at what happened with the pit bull ban came into effect. When it was first announced, every freaked out. Then came the positive news: "Montreal pit bull ban gets suspended indefinitely". And that's all it took for people to stop caring. They got their happy news and they completely forgot about the issue.
And now, the pit bull ban is going into effect like it was originally, but there's no public outrage.
Same thing happened with the caleches. Last year the hot topic was that caleches should be banned.
Now, that has the appearance of a positive headline, because if caleches were banned then the horses would no longer suffer right?
Wrong! The owners didn't know what to do with the horses, and they could no longer afford to take care of them, so many of them were going to be euthanized.
As soon as that bit of negative information came out, everyone suddenly stopped caring. They care so little in fact, that the Mayor of Montreal just announced a $500,000 investment to keep caleches in Montreal and no one gives a shit.
So what happened? Well, the truth came out. That's all it took.
But it happens constantly. We jump on the good news and we ignore or deny the bad news.
So in that spirit: All dogs will be fine, the buses are always on time, the horses secretly love pulling caleches, there's no construction happening anywhere, our Christmas tree isn't ugly, Trump didn't actually get elected, and summer is just around the corner.
The project was supposed to be done by June 15th, but somehow, two years later, when you walk down Prince Arthur, this is what you'll see:
Construction cones and unfinished work:
Abandoned work sites at 3:00 PM on a Wednesday:
Giant ashtrays instead of trees:
Random holes in the floor filled with garbage:
But the saddest thing of all: Empty Terrasses
The business owners are understandably pissed off.
Some of them are still hoping the project will come together in the end once the greenery is added, while others are worried this might be the last year they could afford to stay open.
But it's no secret why the project is behind on schedule, no one's working on it. I live near the area and I've never actually seen anyone doing actual work. I see the parked forklifts, cones and metal gates but that's pretty much it.
Sure, today isn't so bad if you don't mind the rain, but it's going to seriously suck tomorrow when all that rain and melted snow turns to ice. I'm calling it right now, on Friday morning, Montreal will be turned into a giant ice rink.
As for the long-term forecast, things aren't looking so good on that front either. Here are the week to week predictions from the Old Farmer's Almanac:
Jan 19-27: Rain to snow, then flurries, cold.
Jan 28-31: Blizzard, then flurries, very cold.
That's means we'll probably be seeing a blizzard (Not a snowstorm, a goddamn blizzard!) in Montreal before the end of the month.
February isn't looking so great either. Temperatures will average -11°C, which is 3°C less than the average, and precipitation levels will be twice as high as normal.
At this point it really feels like summer will never be here. And I'm gonna be honest, even it does get here eventually, I don't I'm gonna make it.
Okay fine, so it's only the first real snow fall of the season. And there isn't even that much snow on the ground, barely an inch. But I for one am sick and tired of the snow, and so are you.
Snow used to be this amazing magical thing that happened every year when you were a kid. It was synonymous with awesomeness. Imagine having a playground fall from the sky for you to play in. You could build snowmen (or snow people for the politically correct), igloos and forts. You had unlimited ammunition for the inevitable wars that would break out, and for some reason you used to have a much higher tolerance for the cold weather.
But now I'm an adult And I honestly feel betrayed by the snow. How could something that brought me so much joy as a child, be so annoying to deal with today? These days, other than during the occasional ski trip up north, snow is just a burden. Apart from this scary list of things we are forced to do every year, snow means:
Dangerous roads and nervous drivers.
Slipping on the sidewalk.
Scraping car windows.
Ruining the bottom of your pants.
Forcing you to move you car from one side of the street to the other for a snow plow that never shows up.
Losing your parking spot to a pile of snow.
Looking stupid in a big puffy jacket.
Having to leave your amazing shoes at home and shuffling around in big ugly boots.
Constantly having a runny nose.
The fog in your glasses when you come back indoors.
Texting seems so much harder.
You feel like a hibernating bear who never leaves the house.
Never knowing if your windshield wipers are going to clean your window or make it frost over.
Dodging those crazy cyclists who insist on riding their bikes.
The way your hand smells after it's been in a glove too long.
So it may only be the first real snowfall of the season, but I don't care. I'm already sick and tired of the snow ... and so are you.