Maybe a little self-conscious
It snowed a lot here yesterday, and since then I’ve had a lot of trouble finding someone who will play in the snow with me. So I’m going to go play in the snow by myself now, and throw snowballs at trees or something. What I liked about living in New York is you will get very little scrutiny for doing weird stuff by yourself, since there will always, always be weirder people around doing weirder things alone, even one or two that don’t think they are alone and talk to everyone within earshot. If I’m making a snow fort, there’s a schizophrenic in his underwear down the way, shoveling a sidewalk.
In Albany, I have no such luxury— if I’m doing something weird by myself, I’m going to be the only one. So cars will be driving by, watching me make a lonely snowman (I know this because I watch those people too when I’m driving a car), saying to whoever is in their passenger seat, what is that girl doing in the middle of that field all by herself? And I will yell to them I AM FROLICKING IN THE SNOW, WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE. MIND YOUR BUSINESS. SHOW’S OVER.
