Summer rain. I think i like how it sounds, the irony of it, how the connotation of each word contradicts each other. BUT, i hate how it feels. i hate going to school wearing shorts in the morning only to be greeted by heavy rain in the afternoon. it’s unreasonable. it’s supposed to be summer. it’s supposed to be scorching hot. and although i hate it when it’s hot, i hate it more when things dont go the way they should. Summer rain. Lessons learned. I guess this is another one of life’s mysteries unravelled– most of them (mysteries) you distangle in the most unlikely manner and situation. today, i had three unpleasant, consequential surprises: 1.) nobody went to pick me up after school. 2.) i had to ride the bus home. 3.) i had to brave the storm to ride a bus. i felt so miserable having to do the commuting when i may have not. i rode the bus home, i’ve done this numerous times but this is the first time i felt most disgusted of the trip. I have practically showered myself with alcohol inside the bus to no avail and kept hating the world almost two-thirds of the bus ride. I was just plain furious. i was mad at everyone inside the bus because i had this notion (inspired by my summer class professor) that we, the citizens are at fault in this summer rain phenomenon. We caused this global warming and consequently, the fluctuation of weather. I was almost glaring at everyone who passd by me, and i couldn’t care less about them glaring back. i was even starting to piss my seatmate off . But just when i thought i was the most miserable and unfrtunate person inside the bus, someone mounted the bus and practiaclly threw tantrums. I was appalled and at the same time appeased by the behavior of that clamorous woman. For some reason, it makes me feel good seeing someone suffer the same misery and experiencing it more seriously and at a more aggravated level. And just like that, te pangs of hatred and anger loosened, and i was happy again. it was then that i started to see things a little clearer and viewed things a little wiser. in the end, one idea grew on me, life just needs a little coping. i just need a little coping. Funny how i simply narrate my day unthinkingly as i consciuosly think of you. Another reason to feel miserable yet again! haha
