Rainstorms and spooning

I hate the rain.

Ok wait, I shouldn't say that, it can actually be very nice and possibly even sexy....when you aren't alone and terrified.

When alone I resemble a mixture between a frightened toddler and a cat looking for a safe place under the bed to hide from the thunder. I don't like to be alone. Usually I am totally fine being by myself...ok, ok, don't get me wrong, I have reached a point where I would rather have someone else in bed with me at night, its comforting and nice, and I like to lay there and talk (with or without the words as Sugarland says), but I am ok being alone. Until it rains. The first crack of thunder and I reach for my phone and tell someone to come keep me company.

I asked for company. I tried to not be alone. I just wanted to be the little spoon for a few hours.

I spent the night sitting in the middle of my bed clutching my pillow and not sleeping because I was scared.

Sucks.

If Martina McBride can sing about it, then it must be ok

With a broken wing, she carries her dreams, man you oughtta see her fly.

Yes, wings may be broken, but I am actually doing alright. Things are good on the chase. I think I am finding a happy medium between flying to be caught and chasing my own match. It's all about balance.

Where is the love

Don't you love how you wake up somedays and there are those people in your life who although they may not intend to have a way of making you feel like every decision you have made and everything you have done has led up to you being one giant fat messy failure. I need a hug.