are you happy?
starting me off with some hard hitting questions.
would you have preferred, "how are you?"
i guess not, though the two pull similar answers. i'm okay.
tell me about your day.
i woke up late as a result of staying up late. it was raining pretty heavily, so i decided to uber into work. i forget how terribly californians handle the rain, myself included. i probably won't uber again tomorrow, despite foreboding weather forecasts. admittedly, not because i care about the fees.. i just happened to get into a putrid smelling uber and was trapped in traffic for longer than it would've taken me to walk. when i finally got into work, i made myself a big cup of coffee to start my day.
-pauses-
there's nothing quite like burning my tongue to wake me up and get me going.
ha.
i thought that last bit was funny too.
-pauses-
you used to love the rain. do you still?
i do.
why is that?
i'm not sure. i mean, it never rained where i used to live. i'd just imagine staying indoors with a lover on a rainy day. movies, snuggles, warm bellies. maybe the electricity would go out. we'd light candles and pretend to be detectives, solving mysteries in a vacant home. we'd be slightly disappointed when the lights turn back on, so we'd turn them off again to carry on with our mischief.
so you loved the rain because of the idea of these "rainy day activities"?
i don't know if that's exactly why i loved the rain... but in retrospect, if i had imagined myself stuck indoors when raining, i'd probably love it less.
well now that it does rain where you live, are you doing all the things you'd imagine you'd be doing?
no.
but you still love it.
yes, i think. i mean i've loved the idea of it for so long, i can't imagine not loving it anymore.
imagine having to walk in the rain every single day. you have to bundle up, only to unbundle after getting to wherever you need to be. then, you have to re-bundle up and do extra loads of laundry when you get home because your clothes are wet. your socks are damp. your feet are cold. your hair is knotted from the rain and the wind. your knuckles are white from gripping the umbrella. do you still love the rain?
i do, though truthfully, a little less.
when you think about things practically, it takes away from the magic huh?
it does, which is why i choose to romanticize the less celebrated things in life. polish the dull.
-pauses-
it's late, you should get some sleep.
you're right.
you're thinking about crawling into bed, curling up next to him, huh? him turning over and hugging you real tight, kissing you good night, telling you he loves you, huh?
yeah.
i hope that happens.
if not, i'll find a way to muster it in my dreams. i daydream, day and night.
you're smiling, you're happy!
just excited to go to bed.
