Rain Effect

I hate the rain.

Depression always sets in when the rain comes... for me, anyways. Plus, there's this one little thing called "the dilemma that is my life" that comes in when there's nothing to do during the rainfall.

But I used to love rain... I used to love the carefree frolic during those spontaneous "I-wanna-bathe-in-the-rain-and-I-will" moments. I used to love the chill it brought, thereby inducing sleepytamad instances where the bed is the only place I'd rather be. Now when it rains, everything is just... gray and dreary.

I can't remember when I started hating the rain. Or maybe I blocked it out of my memory. I can't really tell. All I know is, ever since I've come to express my disdain for it, unpleasant things have always happened when the rain comes.

Like now, for instance. The mother and I are in this huge stare-down after a shouting match earlier on. Though I really wouldn't call it a shouting match, seeing as I didn't yell and she refuses to believe that.

Was I wrong to start calculating the progress of my future? As soon as I put out the mental calculator for that stupid single-digit opening, she was all "NO!" (and yes, she yelled but she refuses to accept that). She was telling me how not to aim low and stop considering those things as probable options... seems like she forgot that just 2 days ago, she told me that if an opportunity comes around, I should take it. She said it was only gonna be a stepping stone anyways.

I took the advice and shit blows in my face, thankyouverymuch.

So now, I'm left here... hurt, confused, and getting angry all over again. It's priceless, really.