I among so many others hate drizzly rainy days.
The kind where cold sweeps into your bones and you just can’t seem to get warm.
It is then so bewildering to meet the occasional person who does in fact prefer this kind of rain.
They come in two types:
The life embraces, who are love and light our the eyes. They grasp every day as sacred and a sign to learn… and I find this mindset exhausting and hollow.
I don’t believe them, no one can suffer with a genuine smile on.
Then there’s the Melancholy, who just seem to enjoy being sad and miserable. Or the appearance of sadness and misery rarely with the necessary trauma to be as genuine.. I find this mindset exhausting because it also lacks sincerity and depth.
Though I suppose depending on who you’d ask, I could be called either or both.
There are those who’d say my suffering is exaggerated and those who’d say my progress is hallow and… they remind me often they think so.
That’s the thing about labels and words. We define the definition of definitions’ definitions so much that anything can be any other thing through the right(or wrong) persons’ lense.
And that’s why I hate rainy days…
Too much time to think.
