I stand corrected. There must have been something not-quite-humble about my thoughts or words about Mother Nature since there’s a thunderstorm going on outside. So as not to see the lightning-thunder chain reaction, I’ve had to seek shelter in the bathroom – the sole windowless room in the house. I can’t possibly watch a storm, just can't. It makes me count the time in between the flash and sound and calculate the distance.. And that captures my imagination a little bit too much.
I think I know the whys and wherefores of the storm. A humble creature would by no means believe her actions could influence the weather conditions.. This will teach me. But if I say pretty sorry, will anyone send the visual aids away? Anyone? That’s all I ask for. I can put up with the auditory side. I can put up with anything that’s unexpected. But when dreadful sounds are ceremoniously announced by a firework display or the like, bathroom confinement it is.
Despite all the distress, I should get down on my knees to show some well-earned gratitude for not having to be on my way to the far-off factory I occasionally visit, in a taxi equipped with maliciously clean, transparent panes forcing me to witness the spectacle outdoors. That really happened. But wait, there's more. The most intense set of lightnings, almost simultaneous with the accompanying sound effects caught me unprotected, rallying from the porter’s lodge to the office building. The umbrella I was too scared to put up banged against this body of mine, so prone to bruises.. Luckily, at the time it was far too focused on accelerating to acknowledge the newly-arrived injuries. Can you believe that this seemingly useful rain protection equipment actually hurt me and slowed me down? Appalling!
The weather-induced distress of mine didn’t go unnoticed. Yet, I wasn’t quite sure about the quality of this noticing work contained in the smile of my astute welcomer. It could have been any kind of smile really. I was unable to interpret it in the dark corridor I had chosen instead of the target room with a huge window overlooking the imposed show. The only thing I know for a fact is that I was smiled upon. But was it a display of good-natured amusement caused by my irrational fear or just a candid, welcoming gesture preceding a handshake? This I was (and still am) unable to identify. I desperately needed reassurance and I couldn't (and still can't) really tell if I was offered any. Ah, irony. Even when the welcomer revealed his own feelings for this kind of weather (a liking quite similar to mine), it didn’t help much. Now, why not? Because shortly after he did the most natural thing one does on entering a room: he turned on the light. My heart sank. Shiiiit! Now we’re the next target for all the stray lightnings!
I think I know the whys and wherefores of the storm. A humble creature would by no means believe her actions could influence the weather conditions.. This will teach me. But if I say pretty sorry, will anyone send the visual aids away? Anyone? That’s all I ask for. I can put up with the auditory side. I can put up with anything that’s unexpected. But when dreadful sounds are ceremoniously announced by a firework display or the like, bathroom confinement it is.
Despite all the distress, I should get down on my knees to show some well-earned gratitude for not having to be on my way to the far-off factory I occasionally visit, in a taxi equipped with maliciously clean, transparent panes forcing me to witness the spectacle outdoors. That really happened. But wait, there's more. The most intense set of lightnings, almost simultaneous with the accompanying sound effects caught me unprotected, rallying from the porter’s lodge to the office building. The umbrella I was too scared to put up banged against this body of mine, so prone to bruises.. Luckily, at the time it was far too focused on accelerating to acknowledge the newly-arrived injuries. Can you believe that this seemingly useful rain protection equipment actually hurt me and slowed me down? Appalling!
The weather-induced distress of mine didn’t go unnoticed. Yet, I wasn’t quite sure about the quality of this noticing work contained in the smile of my astute welcomer. It could have been any kind of smile really. I was unable to interpret it in the dark corridor I had chosen instead of the target room with a huge window overlooking the imposed show. The only thing I know for a fact is that I was smiled upon. But was it a display of good-natured amusement caused by my irrational fear or just a candid, welcoming gesture preceding a handshake? This I was (and still am) unable to identify. I desperately needed reassurance and I couldn't (and still can't) really tell if I was offered any. Ah, irony. Even when the welcomer revealed his own feelings for this kind of weather (a liking quite similar to mine), it didn’t help much. Now, why not? Because shortly after he did the most natural thing one does on entering a room: he turned on the light. My heart sank. Shiiiit! Now we’re the next target for all the stray lightnings!
"There’s no way we aren’t getting struck now”, I thought. And said, as it turned out when I heard my own stuttering voice struggling through this ill-assorted set of words. "We’re too busy for that”, I heard in reply and.. grinned! A balm on my paranoia and a pulse retardant in one.. I must say I still can’t think of a more comforting thing to say on an occasion like that. Unintentional, accidental reassurance? I don’t really care.
I’ve engaged in writing just to endure this storm. It works. Who knows.. Maybe one stormy day I’ll yawn and chase away the nagging enchanter with his noisy toys, saying: "You go show off elsewhere, I’m occupied.” And the time after that, I'll make the brat choke on his greens and bury the corpse in my backyard.
Until that day, however, I’ll try to apply myself to whatever I lay my hands on in order to fight the daily nightmares. May at least some of them get erased by means of hard work, so that I can say a thunderstorm is one of those very few things that intimidate me. For the time being, it’s one of a great many.
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