Crashing

Writing with the ominous thought of working in 6 and 1/2 hours. Totally not even tired. I feel as if this blog is becoming more of a day-by-day sleep journal opposed to a deep and compelling piece of literature.

Oh well, what are you going to do?

For anyone in the area, you'll have noticed we've been hit with a series of terrible thunderstorms. I don't know how many out there hate them or love them. I love them for the sounds and the excitement, hate them for the driving and the unfortunate fact that everyone comes in to eat at a restaurant when it's storming. As I have not been at work and I don't really drive very much, the thunderstorms shouldn't really be bothering me. But they have been.

Ever since I was little, there was a little part of me that was terrified of thunderstorms. It would be me and my dog, hiding out under my bed or desk, camping out until the storm passed. My brother and sister would laugh and make fun of me while I cowered worse than the dog and they would stand outside and dance in the rain.

I decided to dance in the rain one day- it must have been about 6 summers ago. I was home alone in the old house in Connecticut, and I thought I should conquer my fear. I wanted to go out and appreciate the natural beauty of nature- to see what the big fuss was all about. To realize that the things that scare you the most are the things that are usually most worthwhile to do.

I stood out for about 5 minutes before I ran back inside. I'm still scared shitless of thunderstorms.