cryptic bullshit late at night means: EMOTIONS!
To thine ownself be true; I am a simple man. I like simple things.
Things I understand, and so things I can control. Nothing that is so complex that it does not become me, no pretensions or aspirations or airs: that is simply not true.
I've often talked about wanting to be a farmer. Sometimes I do think I was born in the wrong century - things are too complicated. Simplicity, understanding, truth.
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I like umbrellas.
Don't get me wrong, I get umbrellas, and I have been saved from many an ailment by one. But there is something visceral and empowering, about walking out into the rain.
People all hide under shelters and avoid the rain like they're Green and Wicked, like water will melt them -- it will their shoes, as mine own pair were ruined before. But there's something visceral about walking out into the rain, and into puddles, and looking up defiantly into the sky when all others are cuddling.
This is the feeling: I am strong enough not to catch a cold. I am powerful enough that I will resist the molly-coddling. I am not cowed by the rain.
I am not afraid of the rain.
.
But perhaps, too often, people have umbrellas in the head, shielding them from thinking.
Things I understand, and so things I can control. Nothing that is so complex that it does not become me, no pretensions or aspirations or airs: that is simply not true.
I've often talked about wanting to be a farmer. Sometimes I do think I was born in the wrong century - things are too complicated. Simplicity, understanding, truth.
.
I like umbrellas.
Don't get me wrong, I get umbrellas, and I have been saved from many an ailment by one. But there is something visceral and empowering, about walking out into the rain.
People all hide under shelters and avoid the rain like they're Green and Wicked, like water will melt them -- it will their shoes, as mine own pair were ruined before. But there's something visceral about walking out into the rain, and into puddles, and looking up defiantly into the sky when all others are cuddling.
This is the feeling: I am strong enough not to catch a cold. I am powerful enough that I will resist the molly-coddling. I am not cowed by the rain.
I am not afraid of the rain.
.
But perhaps, too often, people have umbrellas in the head, shielding them from thinking.