There are two things you can count on in Lubbock: the wind…and the lies we tell ourselves about it.
It typically starts pretty early. You step outside and are immediately greeted with a gust strong enough to humble you, and somehow, you still think to yourself, “It’s not that bad today.” Deep down, you know that’s a dang lie. Your hair knows. Your car door definitely knows. But you commit to the lie anyway and go about your business.
By mid-morning, you begin negotiations. “It’ll probably die down later.” It won’t, though. It never does. If anything, it’s just getting warmed up. That was a light breeze you felt at 8 am. Now, it’s become a full-blown personality trait by noon.
Then, of course, comes the outfit of confidence. “I can still wear this.” No, you can’t. You can’t wear that hat. Not that flowy anything. Not even your dignity, honestly. The win here is devoid of respect for style. Zero.
Driving? That’s a whole different level of delusion. “I’ll just take it really slow. I think I can still see in front of me.” Meanwhile, you’re gripping the steering wheel like you’re flying a plane over the ocean…