Nietzsche and Rain

One downside, of the very many downsides, of living in Holland, is that the weather has a nasty moodswing problem. This can not be innocent.  I sincerely believe there is a diabolical plot in this somewhere, and the weather forecast is secretly conspiring with the weather gods ( which I'm guessing are Zeus and Taylor Swift, who can have it rain whenever she feels something emotional is about to happen) to break everybody's fragile spirits.

This morning, I woke up with the sun streaming through my blinds. Let this be a lesson to you; never trust the morning sun. It's an elaborate lie. You see, as I was glancing out of my windows at this yellow beast, I didn't know the sun was trying to set me up. The morning sun was so brazen, I had even decided against wearing a jacket.

Yes, I'm aware that that's stupid. Unfortunately, this entire week has been filled with stupid decisions as such. Why not go to bed at two am when I have to get up at six? Why not miss the bus in favor of my morning coffee? Why wear a jacket during autumn? Why take notes when I can just stare blankly at the teacher? Why not agree to have coffee with the creepy German guy who has had a past with stalking me? The only thing missing from this list is: why be a civilized member of society when you can also go around stabbing everyone?
Thankfully, I am not that stage. Yet.

The point is, the sun fooled me. I had my mind set on a sunny day, and all I got was rain in return. Yes, I am a fan of metaphors the way thirteen-year-olds are a fan of Justin Bieber. My notebooks are also filled with I <3 Metaphors.

To make it more obvious, there is a metaphor in the weather-line. Sometimes metaphors just aren't enough. And that was a metaphor too. INCEPTION.

There was literal rain too, today. Sometimes the weather is very accomodating towards my life events. But you know those days when anything, anything at all, can make you reach unknown levels of rage. Like, someone has to sneeze in your direction and all your suppressed rage comes boiling out? Today was one of those days. Though, to be fair, there was justified reasoning behind my outburst as well.   But it was all so very high school. Typical trash talking reaches its tipping point, and you want to stop the pretense and just be a complete raging bitch in their face intead of behind it. So, I did.  I am not known for being nice. In fact, when I stop being my level of nice, and go full-blown bitch, Cruella Deville can take pointers from me. Unfortunately, when the beast is out, it is all out.

I literally couldn't be any meaner, or a bigger cliche today. Example: "See, I'm sitting in front of you. That should make it easier for you to talk behind my back."

Maybe I should work on my people skills.

It is raining all weekend. I have to study for three huge tests. This is just the world conspiring against me. I am sure of it.

And to end this happy blog, I present to you a picture of Nietzsche, who is more depressing to hang out with than I am. And trust me, dear readers, that is a true accomplishment.

Look at that mustache, isn't it marvelous?

 “My genius is in my nostrils.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Index