Thursday, December 1, 2011

I don't like nature.

I may be an environmentalist, I may be from Topanga, and yes, I do find nature aesthetically pleasing, but I do not particularly enjoy it. As soon as I could, I moved out of Topanga and into the city. I don't miss the forest fires, flash floods, land-slides, boulders blocking roads, packs of coyotes yipping throughout the night, or that one mockingbird that lived in the tree outside my bedroom. It's infernal chirping throughout the night was intolerable.

I moved out of Topanga because I didn't want to deal with nature, however tonight has proven that it is inescapable. On this particularly windy evening I had a palm frond thrown at me. To clarify, it was not thrown at me by a person. No. It was the fucking wind. This can only mean that the wind has gained a certain level of sentience and is out to get me.

Have I mentioned that I don't like nature?