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The weather outside makes me want to stay in my bed all day. It's either rainy snow or snowy rain, icy cold and constantly very, very wet. A few more days like this and you'll find me on a flight to Catania before the week is over...
Caranthir: Catania?
Me: Yes, Catania. Sicily is among the few places in Europe where you're safe from this. *gestures outside dramatically*
Caranthir: Is that the person talking who says she likes dramatic weather?
Me: But that's not dramatic! It's pathetic!! And anyway I might like it if I was able to spend the day indoors on my bed reading. But, noooo, I have to get out and do something for my future...
Caranthir: You know, if our roles were reversed now, you would accuse me of whining.
Me: I'm a woman in her early twenties who gets confronted with existential questions on a daily basis! I have a right to angst!
Caranthir: Firstly, the question whether to lift your sorry ass out of the house in the morning or not is hardly an existential question. Secondly, my life story is a whole lot more angst-worthy than yours.
Me: You stay quiet. You had millennia to get over it. And now I want summer. Or Sicily. Or a stay in some cosy chalet in the swiss alps with a fireplace and masses of hot chocolate. And big fluffy snowflakes. *dreams*
Caranthir: Catania?
Me: Yes, Catania. Sicily is among the few places in Europe where you're safe from this. *gestures outside dramatically*
Caranthir: Is that the person talking who says she likes dramatic weather?
Me: But that's not dramatic! It's pathetic!! And anyway I might like it if I was able to spend the day indoors on my bed reading. But, noooo, I have to get out and do something for my future...
Caranthir: You know, if our roles were reversed now, you would accuse me of whining.
Me: I'm a woman in her early twenties who gets confronted with existential questions on a daily basis! I have a right to angst!
Caranthir: Firstly, the question whether to lift your sorry ass out of the house in the morning or not is hardly an existential question. Secondly, my life story is a whole lot more angst-worthy than yours.
Me: You stay quiet. You had millennia to get over it. And now I want summer. Or Sicily. Or a stay in some cosy chalet in the swiss alps with a fireplace and masses of hot chocolate. And big fluffy snowflakes. *dreams*