I suppose there’s something comforting about cold, rainy days. Watching people with contorted, miserable expressions running from place to place, knowing that the birds, animals and insects are hiding from the brutality of life, it makes me feel like we’re all in this fight together.
But on sunny, “perfect” days like today, the birds and insects are playing, people are smiling, the world is in order… all except for me. I’m the same as ever, struggling with each second, each breath, each thought. When the sunlight washes away our ugliness, I’m the one who’s left exposed, as miserable and ugly as ever. I have never belonged in this world and never will.
9 comments
I was always curious as to why the sun only shone on the righteous.
We will have our day cyanidesofmarch and it will be a moment to savour
I feel exactly the same. Thanks for putting it into words.
Move somewhere where the sky is always overcast.
Ha good point, Fisher… well the righteous can have it. After the sun burns out, there will be an eternity of darkness. The question is who will be ready for it.
Hi muspelhem, comforting to see I’m not the only one. I’ve seriously thought about moving to a climate that suits me. I dunno, maybe the surface of Venus…
I also feel this… at these times the only thing that helps a bit is listening to music.
Haha, that made me laugh, cyanide 🙂
Good suggestion Anka, next best thing to a drab day is some drab music
Hey muspel, there’s a fine line between comedy & catastrophe, eh? 🙂
Is there ever a day when you feel more normal?