The Rain

Lately I have been listening to rainfall and jazz, both of which off of my computer; often I listen to both at the same time.  Right now I’ve finished off some Ray Charles and I’m just enjoying the sound of pre-recorded rain.  I do not understand my affinity for it, rain is a somber thing, but I am feeling somber and slightly blue.

I can not pin exactly why I feel this way; there are many factors.  One, I feel as though I spend too much time concerned in the affairs of others, sadly through Facebook.  It’s not the fact that I know so much that bothers me, it is the fact that I have the gull to vest so much interest into other people’s lives and not vest much into my own.  Instead I’d rather loaf around and complain, listen to jazz, and then write stuff.  I feel like a Gregory House, except I’m not even saving lives.  Instead I’m sitting here pattering while I could be out flowing amongst others in the stream of life.  

That was lame sounding.

Sometimes I do interesting stuff, stuff that makes me happy.  I visit and enjoy time with friends, and sometimes I travel to far away places.  But more often then not I try to find leisure in pithy little things, and I often find myself not-content.  This then leads me to go post stupid statuses on Facebook and seek out mediocre forms of discourse on there to fulfill the basic human social need that we have.    I find these spells oft recurring, however I do not have the pleasure of traveling through a rain-forest like my droplet brethren.

I am Qq-ing ( Q.Q or q.q )  And I know I shouldn’t.  Hopefully I will pick up again.  Maybe if I prove victorious at a game of LoL or a round of Pokeathalon (FOREVER!) I shall be in a brighter mood.