Rain, Rain, Go Away... No, Please Don't...

There is something depressing in those typically cold, windy, wet, grey, misty winter days that always lifts my spirits. Call me what you will; 'goth', 'emo', 'satanist', 'creep', or just 'screwed-up-in-the-head.' The fact still remains.

I think it is tied in somewhat strongly with that same morbid part of me that has to fight back a singularly dark sense of humour. The same part that chuckles at ironically morbid headlines but is ashamed to admit it. "Children find severed head on beach." Oh, tell me I'm not alone...?

Believe me, I'm not heartless. It's not funny that this woman was decapitated, and it's certainly not funny that these children had to look at such a gruesome artifact (I love children). What is... Well, not 'funny', but perhaps 'ironic', about the thing is this: The situation. A severed head in a bag on the beach. Isn't that kind of... It's not something I can explain, I'm afraid. Anyway, I digress.

I love the rain. I hate the sun. I hate the feeling of the sun biting into my back, clawing, scratching. The sun hurts. Summer is painful. Winter is not. Winter is beauty, majesty, frosty wonder - No beach crazy chicks tanning it up every other day during winter.

Winter is better than summer from a purely religious stand point as well. The considerably less scanty clothing on women during winter leaves a lot more to men's feeble imagination. More clothing = cheaper cost + less temptation for males. Therefor: less sins for God to forgive. Oh, that's immature. Perhaps I should focus more on the practical, rather than spiritual, benefits of winter as opposed to summer.

It's easier to warm up than it is to cool down. While in winter, you can 'rug up' to a perfectly comfortable level, in summer, it is effectively impossible for one to attain a practical level of coldness.

Did I mention I hate the beach? Well, that's not strictly correct, however when conversing in usual society, I find it's easier to say 'I hate the beach' than it is to say 'I hate the beach in summer, or when 'normal' people enjoy it. Give me winter, with rain, wind, and huge waves. I want the cold. Not some hot chick, who is completely butt-ugly, wearing the smallest bikini she can find. Winter is where it's at, I tell ya!'

You know, I love not being 'normal'. It's one of the things I love most in this crazy world.