As I drove to work on the first lovely day of spring-like weather, I saw residents peering out their doors like some sort of mole people, their eyes mutated into large, round orbs after months of darkness, blinking feverishly at the sun they hadn't been sure would ever return. Except for the occasional visit of a snow-storm knocking out electricity, closing highways and virtually shutting down Dodge City, spring seems to have finally arrived. When I was hired here last spring, I wondered why that one parking space always remained open. I was finally awoken to the fact that the birds living up there must have some serious digestive problems.
Spring is about rebirth and rediscovery.
It's about interacting socially, and for me, that's a tall order. You see, I have social anxiety disorder. Thank goodness for television. Why, if not for TV, I never would have known that I have a psychological disorder. What's interesting about that commercial and others like it, is that in the last several years, advertisers have been made to include all the side effects of the drug they're selling.