As I currently write this, I want to let you know that it is raining outside. No, not raining. Pouring. Like massive, heavy droplets falling from the gray clouds that covered the once blue, sunny sky of LA. And I am not happy about this.
I'm going to be honest. I dislike the rain like you have no idea. I don't know why, but I just don't like it. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I come from a country where it rains once or twice like a year. Yes, I come from a country that equates the weather of LA, except that LA's weather is better. But I simply can't stomach the idea of rain.
Sure, there are many things one can do when it rains. It is a good day to have a snuggly date with your significant other. Or you can snuggle up by yourself and take a nap. You could sit against a window, watch the pouring rain, drink hot chocolate, and read a book. As far as I know, I can do all that without it raining. I feel like people use the rain to explain why they don't want to do certain things.
I don't know why, but when it rains, I feel even lazier than I already am? Like right now, I am in bed, listening to Fun. snuggled with my pillows and duvet. I'm pretty warm, wearing my NASA socks and tribal-patterned pants. Don't get me wrong — I am so damn comfortable. But I don't feel like I have the energy to do anything. All day, I have just been in a really bad mood. I've wanted to punch somebody in the face all of today.
Who knows? I have been wondering if it is something else or the rain that has been messing with my mood today. The day just feels really off. Like, I don't really know how to explain how I really feel. Am I the only one who gets really weird mood swings when it rains? Sure, I agree with those theories that say the weather can affect somebody's mood. Dexter is a graphic representation of how I feel at the moment.
Right now I am just waiting for the moment when some sad music would start playing in the background, and I would break out into a number by Sam Smith or some other depressing shit. Imagine that — just staring longingly out a window at some unknown memory, and you start singing, sort of like Demi Lovato in her Don't Forget music video. Then I would leave my room, walk slowly through the rain, even though I dislike getting wet, until I meet my band and start playing my guitar because why not.
Maybe I should just go take a nap and stop complaining about everything, seriously.
