Computers are the backbone of our society today. It's fairly close to fact. And if that's true, then my spinal cord has been severed for the past week or so. I went to turn on my trusty compy one day only to find that it had figuratively lost it's marbles, scattered them all over cyberspace, and was lying to me about "thinking about booting".
The result was an utterly freeing experience. It was not that I had no responsibilities, it was that I had no means to resolve those responsibilities within my immediate wingspan at all times. General apathy settled in (as pertaining to doing anything productive) and I had a miniature childhood all over again.
Paypal my bills? Start writing that paper? Respond to that facebook message from a friend who I never see anyways? I'd have to drive to school and use their computers, so the answer is negative. Freedom.
But like all good rides, this roller coaster rounded the last curve and the pressure-brakes of reuniting with my computer engaged, sending my teeth into the greasy restraining bars of reality and repercussions. But that's not what I wanted to say, I had a different idea forming in my head during my hiatus from technology. And it has to do with rain.
Rainy days. The general appraisal of them is mixed. Some find joy in them, and others find themselves wrapped in every blanket in their possession, eyes melted into hazy mirrors reflecting the rain running down their window, and a pathetic expression of futile loathing stapled to their eyebrows and chin. I am not going to delve into the personality types that lend themselves to either of these archetypes. Rather, I would simply like to make a small list of things that one can do to enjoy a rainy day to the fullest.
1: Feeling depressed with no explainable reasoning.
I'm not sure how many people I speak for on this subject, but I have a pretty dang good life. (As in, "Dang. Life, It's good.") And people like me don't get the opportunity to have a good reason to mope. We can try to make up excuses like "I licked a 9volt battery" or that there's no TV shows with Bear Grylls on at this exact moment. Being sad can have a profound cathartic effect that allows for a fuller range of emotion and gives a person a sense of holistic existence. A rainy day is the perfect time to slowly pound your head into a door frame. Quick, do it before the sun comes out.
2: Pretending like you're an artist.
Even if you have no artistic aptitude at all, the day that the sky begins to shed tears is going to be the day that you attempt to transform into Van Gogh, Mozart, or Gary Larson. You'll pick up a brush/pen/hunk of off-brown clay and paint/write/smoosh a masterpiece/pulitzer prize/smooshed and oily hunk of off-brown clay like it was nobody's business. When the sun comes back out, it's probably a good idea to throw away/white-out/scrape your floor tiles with a chisel in one hand and shop vac in the other.
3: Listening to all that soft music that you bought during a rainy day and never listen to.
Seriously, you spent like 40 dollars on this junk and you've only listened to it on the Itunes preview. Get your money's worth while the day is still as blue-gray as the music.
4: Feeling like Rambo.
The rain starts hitting your roof and a wild glint hits gasoline fumes in your iris. Your breathing quickens and your jaw muscles become rigid and start trying to find the best angle for a camera shot. Shirt comes ripping off like a panther ripping into a pile of Christmas presents smothered in gravy and you are immediately sprinting down the street, gripping whatever bow-like object your hands could grab (most likely a nasty tree branch with poison oak on it, which you'll consciously ignore in a state of mannish intensity) and imagining that you actually have chest muscles. All men are born with this instinct pre-programmed into our psyches, but it can be suppressed through repeated imbibing of caramel lattes and the putting of Toms shoes on the feet. Women probably don't have this, and it's best that way. Women, please stick to point number 1.
There are many other ways to exploit the emotional shift that occurs during a rainy day. But nothing is as incredible as the change that can take place when a rainy day turns into a lightning storm. But we'll talk about that later.
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