Rain,
Go away
Come again another grey Meadville day...
The dramatic part of me is ready to go put on my black rain jacket (a la Audrey in Breakfast at Tiffany's) and go for a wonderfully long walk. Crying in the rain is the best; deliciously melodramatic-the world seems like it's moving in slow motion on rainy days.
But-the last time I danced and walked in the rain I got horribly awfully sick. So today I'm stuck inside staring at the bag of York Peppermint Patties sitting by my bed, one easy step from melodrama to gorging myself on chocolate.
Looking through old facebook pictures I re-discovered a photo shoot from earlier this year; I suppose we were playing off an old ghost story about a sorority girl who killed herself after her boyfriend's tragic death. Sometimes I think that I'm just looking for excuses to act tragedy in life. Tragedy has so
much more beauty then comedy, tears are so much more graceful then laughter.
Not that I really want to lead a melodramatic life, it's just fun to play at having one sometimes. So perhaps it's time for a walk in the rain regardless of the risk. Should you spy a soaked figure around campus, smile; I'm reveling in my pitifulness.
A perfectly tragic end...
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