Watching The Climate Get Changed

But never asking the question: “what’s it getting changed into?”

I peak my eye out through the shutters to check out the climate. It doesn’t know I’m looking, and it thrills me. I’m watching it change. I do this every day. I’m wearing a face-mask, it’s my nightly routine.

It’s delicate curves are so hot. Scorching hot. My palms start to sweat, and I feel a heaviness overcome me. I become dizzy. Watching the climate change always does this to me. My body starts to melt like a glacier. It’s so freaking hot. My face-mask starts to slough off.

Watching the climate change has become my full time job, my routine. A routine I don’t want to shake. I’m having too much fun.

I remember the first time. I mean, who ever forgets their first? I was almost blinded by its luminance. It was so bright, just radiating heat. My heart skipped a beat that very first time. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven, or hell — after all I was just watching the climate change and doing nothing about it.

There’s something so salacious about watching the climate get changed.

Everyone tells me not to watch.

They say it’s rude.

It strikes me as odd, because everyone knows the climate changes right in front of our faces — right out in the open for everyone to see, but they’d prefer to pretend like they can’t see it. How could you miss it? I mean, it’s so freaking hot! It’s right there, right in front of our eyes changing, and I’m the weird one for watching!?

At first I felt shame. A pervert. I never considered how the climate might feel, of me watching it get changed. I was violating it. Abusing it. It didn’t even know I was there, watching from behind the curtains (but more accurately Venetians).

What would you do? Confront the climate and tell it I was watching but did nothing about it? I mean that’s just crazy.

You’d expect me to talk to it like some civilised person? To reason with it? Learn what it likes? How it feels? What makes it tick? So we could get on together? Have a relationship? Fall in love? Live long, healthy lives together? I’m too far gone. There’s no turning back now. I’d have had to change my ways years ago, but I didn’t listen. I didn’t heed advice. I’m completely hooked on the thrill of watching it get changed, completely alone and unaware of my idle eyes dumbly staring at it’s hopelessness.

The climate was always changing, yes — but before it was done, I never asked the question: “what’s it changing into?” I’d always flick the Venetians back just before it was finished — I never saw the end. I didn’t want to get caught. Pathetic, huh? That’s where I draw the line? Seeing the product?

Looking at the bigger picture, I never cared for what fruit my laborious eyes would bear! A nice blazer? But it’s so freaking hot there’s no way it’d wear that! A Hawaiian shirt? A linen number? Perhaps some tasteful moccasin’s? Whatever it is, I bet it’d take my breath away.

I’d die if the climate knew I was watching it change, I’d literally die!