metaphors

[sacramentalist]

You know that feeling when you have to go out in the rain? Imagine you have to drive to the grocery store and it's pouring. Getting in the car, driving vigilantly, parking. Others don't see/respect the lines. You have to get your bins from the trunk and it makes everything wet. You walk in the rain. You could hold the bin over your head but you would just feel foolish. So you go in and you're wet. Your clothes don't hang right. Your hair is flat. You can't see out of your glasses. Every movement is a reminder your wet clothes are advertising every curve in the most unflattering way. Your shoes rub the wrong way. Your empty bins in the cart sound louder than the thunder outside. In the store, you see someone you know. They avoid you. You see someone else. Is that smirk about you? Whatever. You get your stuff and go home. You forgot 3 things, including the cat food. You go back out and return their hero. You pet the cats and the fur sticks to your wet hand. One of them eats too fast and pukes on the carpet.


Now imagine that feeling before, during, and after every single thing you do YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE. Oh, but you're surrounded by people who love the rain, implying "what's wrong with you?"