Sometimes I swear the weatherman want bad weather to strike. The other night I was watching the weather report and the dude seemed almost giddy about the fact that some tornados were headed our way. He wasn’t calm. He wasn’t speaking in a “matter of fact” tone. He actually seemed excited that storms were coming.
Maybe his job is so lame he needs a night full of storms in order to feel vocationally fulfilled?
Maybe he gets beat up so much due to his horrible forecasting that the thought of a sure thing is too much to handle?
It’s actually quite creepy when I think about it.
What’s creepier is that I know people who act this way about life. They love drama. They love to talk about the pain and heartache that others are (or will be) experiencing. They actually get excited about it. The difference is, the weatherman gets paid to talk about storms with enthusiasm. What excuse do the bucket mouth gossips have?
