Anybody that knows me knows that I am seriously afriad of storms. It's actually a phobia, which is way worse than a fear. I don't know why I have this phobia, but I do. At this very moment there is a storm brewing outside that looks like it will be a doozy. I am home alone and I am terrified. Petrified. If you think I am joking then you should know that at this moment I am hyperventilating. I usually need to talk to someone in order to calm down, but my roomate is at work, my sister is at a wedding in Brampton and my cousin is in Florida. Those are the 3 people that usually call me as soon as they see storm clouds brewing, so that they may calm me down. Today, no such luck. So I figured the next best thing to talking to someone would be to blog. Why not? Of course if the power goes out I will lose this whole blog but thats ok. Honestly, you might think that I am irrational for being so afraid of storms, but I think the rest of you are irrational for NOT being afraid. You never know when a simple thunderstorm will turn into a tornado or hurricane. I am not going to delude myself into thinking that this can't happen just because I live in Canada. The way the world is going it would not be unlikely for a hurricane to rage through central Ontario. The sky just keeps getting darker and darker but the storm hasn't arrived yet. I don't understand why mother nature has to jerk us around like this. Just bang bang boom boom a couple flashes of lightening and it should be over. Why drag it out? What purpose does that serve? Who is that helping? The wind is blowing so hard that the trees in my front lawn are bending over. I see that as a sign of defeat from the tree. Like instead of standing up and fighting back against the storm, the tree just bends over and takes it.
I also don't like that I live in a house that has a basement apartment. If I were in my own house I could cower in the lowest point in case a tornado came through. I could protect my cats by taking them down there with me. But instead I have my landlord living down there so I am trapped upstairs where the tornado can just rage through, taking me and my cats down with it. I even have a huge picture window in my living room so it wouldn't even be that difficult to get to us. Of course the weak willed tree is right in front of the window. He would probably just bend to the winds will and smash the window for the storm. Stupid tree. He wouldn't even stand up for me after all I have done for it. It would just team up with the storm and take down my window so the storm can get me and my cats. Now it is getting creepily calm oustide. I don't even know if creepily is a word but I am going to use it. My head hurts. Maybe the storm has passed over. Or maybe it just wants me to think it has so that it and my tree can tag team me. Damn mother nature, she is one tricky bitch. I think I might log off the computer now and shut it down. Just in case the storm is trying to trick me. You never know when it might send a lightening bolt throught the computer to take me out.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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