I’ve noticed something recently. People who don’t like the rain have a very difficult time living their day to day lives. They may go on to live normal, successful lives but my nowhere-near-scientific assessment of rain-haters is that they also complain about a lot more too. In perhaps a chicken-before-the-egg scenario, here’s what I’ve observed.
1. People don’t like the rain because they have to think about it. If it’s sunny out, or even cloudy, leaving for your commute in the morning is just so much easier if it’s not raining. Fair.
2. Rain haters als0 hate mornings. Almost across the board. I don’t get it but I feel like I’m in the minority.
3. People who don’t like the rain don’t like to not have control. This is perhaps the greatest leap of faith I’m making here, but hey, it’s the internet. Rain haters don’t like rain because it’s something beyond their control- and happiness for them comes from being able to make plans and not have to alter them. Not convinced? Yeah, me neither.
So? Why am I pontificating and speculating so wildly about this? Because it strikes me how much we, on a daily basis, want to refute reality. Anything that is even remotely uncomfortable or unforeseen is bad and unwanted. I’m no believer in the new-age notions that everything is pleasant if you want it to be or if you hope really, really hard, the universe will give you what you want (“Hello, universe? Can you stop sending bursts of gamma rays through our solar system? Cheers!”). But what I do see as a struggle I’ve come up against time and time again is that anything that makes us stop and pay attention, take notice for even the slightest bit of time, is seen as painful. Even a beautiful sunset or falling in love seems to cause us some pain. So aside from the age-old painfulness of existence and metaphysical existential quandary that is reality, what am I getting at here?
It’s just rain. It’s just life.
🙂
Nick Thornton 