Pollen

Of all the things in the world that I came to despise in the shortest timespan possible, the darned procreative "things" of plants (known colloquially as "them darn'ed poll-en seeds") top the list. As I walk down my stairs, I manage to sidestep the "yellow brick road" (euphemism created by Aubrey). It never used to be like this. pollen was an overlooked part of my life. When I lived in Illinois, I was never able to understand why my friends would be healthy one day, and then have noses as red as Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer's the next! Unfortunately for me, I found out pretty soon when I came to Georgia. The allergies struck in April of sophomore year, and that was it. Now as I sit and write this blog post, I empathize with my former friends. Honey-stly, where are THE BEES? There is 8024 pollen seeds per cubic meter (last time I checked) just waiting to be pollinated, so why not take advantage of them? Also, what ever happened to good ol' precipitation? It's drier than the Atacama desert here! Honey-stly rain is actually awesome. It just washes away the pollen seeds as if they were some sticky resin on some old sap tree. Rain also makes my front porch look more lively and GREEN. I await the day when plants can propagate their microscopic structures in other ways so that the world will become a pollen-free land. Just leave some pollen seeds for the bees, and the world can sleep happier. Hopefully by then, I will live in a hypoallergenic sort of land that outlaws pollen and makes sure that people don't get allergic to it. Peace out. Actually, I should say Pollen Out!