As I write this, Groundhog Day is just a few days past. Its coming and going reminded me, once again, how much I hate this so-called holiday. It's silly to dislike a day so much, but I really do. It grates on my nerves a little more every year. When I was a kid, I used to get all excited about it, because there was something neat about a groundhog who could basically predict the future. Now, however, I hate Groundhog day a little more every year, and here are 7 of the reasons why.
1. I always forget about it
Groundhog Day isn't really a holiday at all. It's on the calendar, but whereas I used to be obsessed with keeping an eye on the calendar (to count the days between weekends), these days I just rely on my computer's calender and the one on my cell phone – neither of which have holidays and pseudo holidays marked. So now, every year, February 2 just seems like February 2, until inevitably, a day or two before, I start to hear people begin talking about Punxsutawney Phil.
2. The lead-up
Speaking of which, like say, a few days before Groundhog Day, I start hearing people discuss Punxsutawney Phil. Buying food for my rabbit at Petco, the lady behind me starts talking to her friend about what it will mean if we get six more weeks of winter weather. At the grocery store, the cashier has an ages long discussion with the woman in front of me, while my ice cream melts into a puddle. I begin to go a little crazy.
3. Facebook makes it worse
Once upon a time, I could get away from this Punxsutawney madness by retreating to the inner sanctum of my home, where talk of groundhogs and their prognostications could be strictly forbidden. Now, however, I get home with my ice cream (which has frozen again into a strange shape because, since the rodent has not yet predicted anything, it is still freezing cold outside, allowing my Rocky Road to solidify on the way home) to discover five different groundhog related discussions on Facebook. They each have 10+ comments.
