Time: 8:59 AM
Music: The Smiths - What Difference Does It Make
Drink: Organic O.J.
Sometimes it really amazes me how something like the rain can have such an effect on our emotions, our recognized levels of happiness, and satisfaction with life in general. We, as humans, truly are malleable balls of clay; shaped and molded constantly every day through all the various elements of our lives. The rain has pretty much been a constant for the last several days here in the city of roses, bringing an interesting mix of emotions out of almost everyone I've come in contact with, but the pervading and most dominant of those seems to be a low hanging feeling of dissatisfaction.
I've always felt a little off when it comes to comparing myself to the general populous and this is no exception, for the rain brings me alot of happiness. I've been in love with the rain for as long as I can remember, stretching far back into my childhood.
At one point in my life, my family was very poor. We were living in what I would generously call a shack relatively deep inside Mississippi. This house had a 1 ply tin roof with more holes in it than a honeycomb, and a slanted floor that had a visible incline on it, so much so that I used to lay on one side of the room and roll down to the other side. These were meager accomodations at best, but at my age it was all the same to me..When you're a kid it's amazing what factors in your life really matter. One of the things I miss the most about the South is the rain, the hard pounding rain so thick that sometimes you can't see 10 feet in front of you, and the lightning storms. Whenever it would rain at this house, I would sit for hours and just listen to the rain hitting the roof and coming into the buckets we had setup to catch what the roof couldn't. Sometimes if it wasn't raining too hard I would run outside to the front yard with a bucket on a mission to catch frogs. We had this really big front yard laden with frog holes, and one day I discovered that if you pour water into the holes, FROGS COME OUT! And everyone knows there's nothing a young country boy likes better than cane fishing, and catching frogs..so when it rained I was a frog catching machine! I'd always let them go, of course, and the thrill escapes me now, but I always found so much enjoyment in that.
Fast forward many years to the current time, where I'm 23 and pretending to be grown up. It still rains where I live, but there are no holes in the yard with frogs waiting to be caught, nor holes in the roof with buckets waiting to catch the water.. but the rain still brings me just as much pleasure now as it did so many years ago.
Music: The Smiths - What Difference Does It Make
Drink: Organic O.J.
Sometimes it really amazes me how something like the rain can have such an effect on our emotions, our recognized levels of happiness, and satisfaction with life in general. We, as humans, truly are malleable balls of clay; shaped and molded constantly every day through all the various elements of our lives. The rain has pretty much been a constant for the last several days here in the city of roses, bringing an interesting mix of emotions out of almost everyone I've come in contact with, but the pervading and most dominant of those seems to be a low hanging feeling of dissatisfaction.
I've always felt a little off when it comes to comparing myself to the general populous and this is no exception, for the rain brings me alot of happiness. I've been in love with the rain for as long as I can remember, stretching far back into my childhood.
At one point in my life, my family was very poor. We were living in what I would generously call a shack relatively deep inside Mississippi. This house had a 1 ply tin roof with more holes in it than a honeycomb, and a slanted floor that had a visible incline on it, so much so that I used to lay on one side of the room and roll down to the other side. These were meager accomodations at best, but at my age it was all the same to me..When you're a kid it's amazing what factors in your life really matter. One of the things I miss the most about the South is the rain, the hard pounding rain so thick that sometimes you can't see 10 feet in front of you, and the lightning storms. Whenever it would rain at this house, I would sit for hours and just listen to the rain hitting the roof and coming into the buckets we had setup to catch what the roof couldn't. Sometimes if it wasn't raining too hard I would run outside to the front yard with a bucket on a mission to catch frogs. We had this really big front yard laden with frog holes, and one day I discovered that if you pour water into the holes, FROGS COME OUT! And everyone knows there's nothing a young country boy likes better than cane fishing, and catching frogs..so when it rained I was a frog catching machine! I'd always let them go, of course, and the thrill escapes me now, but I always found so much enjoyment in that.
Fast forward many years to the current time, where I'm 23 and pretending to be grown up. It still rains where I live, but there are no holes in the yard with frogs waiting to be caught, nor holes in the roof with buckets waiting to catch the water.. but the rain still brings me just as much pleasure now as it did so many years ago.
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