So, the rain came pouring…in the beginning of spring. I seriously bawled my eyes out to sleep. Little Princess and Captain Awesome on video chat triggered it. I just couldn’t bear being away from them anymore. Summer has started on their side of the world. School’s out. This is the time of the year when we’d plan a beach trip or a little weekend getaway. I am missing my usual 24/7 dose of quirks, chaos, witty conversations and love that I usually get high from being with those two.
The weather these days is just too lovely to be spending alone. We’re having that kind of weather that you’re supposed to be sharing with the people you love. Like Christmases or Thanksgivings or birthdays.
The weather is too perfect that it’s excruciatingly painful. It’s 70 and warm outside. Flowers are starting to bloom. It has that kind of spring breeze that spells out a long stroll holding your husband’s hand or running around and wrestling with your children on the lawn.
The sky mocks me with its clear blue and patches of white. It’s almost insulting. I’m starting to get too emotional that I keep repeating this line from Chuck Palahniuk’s Survivor, “Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.”
There’s more than just a hint of bitterness in this post and I greatly apologize. If you’d refer to my “About Me”, I did say that I am sarcastic. What I didn’t warn you about, though, is that I am also cynical and satirical. And situations like this calls for the dark and twisty side of me to come out. Because of this, Ms B and I agreed that I should come up with a sub-section on this blog to accommodate these kinds of thoughts. But I’m swamped and I don’t have the time to do the nitty-gritty of building a sub-section. I suppose our readers’ kind hearts would forgive me for this.