Okay, this will be a very short post, more like a filler, but I simply fill too inspired right now not to write. The sad fact is that lately I’ve been either too busy, or too lazy, or in such a bad disposition, I found myself unable and unwilling to post. But it’s not fair to my poor little blog, so I will try to be more committed than that.
It’s snowing outside. Yes, I am writing a post about the weather, but keep in mind that I am not British, though I would like to be. And usually, it doesn’t exactly snow in my region, not in March. And not only is it snowing, but it’s also cold, dark and wet. And the thing is, I love it! Not because I am Winter’s Number One Fan, because to be honest, I really enjoyed every snowy day this year, I went to the mountains, where I had perfect weather, so yeah, I know the definition of snow. But I like what I see out the window for two reasons:
1. I had a dream this night that I was back in the mountains with my friends, though I had been the one to drive them there and everything was white and gorgeous and perfect, and to be honest, I kind of like to think that dreams aren’t random images gathered from your brain, but real projections of your wishes, desires, secret or not-so-secret fantasies and more. I like to think that dreams are real and usable in real life, and sometimes, although my dreams could be classified alongside the world’s most WTF movies, they are more tangible and make more sense than many “real” aspects of the world. Also, I like to feel that I am still there, in the mountains, with my friends, not back to school. Back to school is never cool.
2. This bizarre March weather manifestation reflects my exact feelings and emotions, or at least the ones that have haunted me throughout the week. Violent changes, cold as ice, adamant in often rash decisions. The twilight zone outside is the chaos within me, but when I open my window and listen, I hear absolutely nothing, although the insides of my brain are often vibrating with screams of anger. So is this the quiet before the storm, or is this the aftermath? The moment when ash falls like snow out of the sky in order to cover the burnt remains of humanity (yeah, like in Silent Hill)? I don’t know, and I am curious and scared at the same time, assuming, of course, that this is not just a cold front from the Atlantic.
This is pretty much it, I just had to express this connection between my mind and the outside world because I believe we are all influenced by the weather, the amount of light we get and the amount of time our jobs/activities occupy during the day. I am so thankful the weekend is finally here, but to be honest, knowing the fact that the weekend brings study, no social time and then, the dreaded, horrifying, despised MONDAY (I definitely DON’T like Mondays, as suggests the song with the same name by The Boomtown Rats), brings me more angst. Ah well…In a way, the Friday-Monday thing is a metaphor for many interpretations of Karma, acts of God, Fate, etc. Though I am not into the whole Lord thing, you can replace the word with whatever you believe in, like pagan gods, for instance, when you hear the phrase: “The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.” You should be familiar with my great big cosmic joke theory by now. See ya around before and AFTER 2012.
