It Must Be Hot Out, Because the Complaints Are Growing Louder in Maine

Here we are, finally smack in the middle of Maine's first major heatwave of the year. Of course this can only mean one thing: mass hysteria like they write about in the  papers. The negative reaction is a downright, stone-cold lock guarantee every time.

Death. Taxes. Mainers Complaining About Weather. It's the Holy Trinity of Guarantees.

Why do we always do this? Why can't we ever just enjoy it? Look, I'm as guilty as the next guy. I'm literally cursing this weather while I write this commentary. I'm disgusted with myself, but I can't help it. There must be something in the water.

For as long as I can remember, Mainers have been complaining about the weather.

"Winter is too cold and too long."
"Spring? Does that even exist here?"
"Why does it have to be so hot in the summer?"

Sure, the fall is an exception. However, it's basically two months long, so for the other 83% of the year we just complain. That is not a healthy pattern, folks.

At some point we need to just accept that it gets hot in the summer and cold in the winter. That might be the most "Captain Obvious" statement I've ever written, but it's the absolute truth.

Why do we feel the need to complain about it incessantly?

Maybe it's just in our nature to be miserable? I mean, it's not like anyone would ever confuse a Mainer with someone who seems to be completely content in life. That's just really not in our nature. I couldn't tell you the number of times I have woken up with something already miserable on my mind.

However, it's time to change this. It's time to just live with the fact that we don't, well, live in San Diego. Life is too short to also be miserable because it's a degree or two about 90. Go outside, throw on some sunscreen, listen to some tunes, and enjoy these nice, warm months.

After all, there's going to be snow on the ground in no time.