Growing up, I always prided myself of not altering my behavior on account of the weather. You say it’s raining? Ho-hum. I can run errands in the rain. Too cold? Balderdash! The cold can’t stop me. Too hot? Bah, I say! This is the Gulf South. We chew up hot weather and spit out productive endeavors.
It might sound silly, but I never liked the idea that something as random and uncontrollable as weather influenced my destiny, even in the most minor of ways.
In a similar vein, I’ve also tried to avoid changing my behavior on account of crime. I’ve never eschewed going out at night or driving rather than walking to nearby destination because of the possibility that some armed mugger will jump from the shadows. After all, I’ve always thought, that’s just the beginning of a road where lawless toughs start to control your life.