I bet you sang a little when you read the title. Unless of course, you don’t know Alanis Morissette’s hit music Ironic?! The chorus goes on like “It’s like rain on your wedding day…” which is something that happens to me except it’s not my wedding day, but it’s just an ordinary day…
Today’s weather forecast was a full day rain. I lost my umbrella the other week, so I had no choice but to walk in the rain a few blocks from the station to the school. I swear I was the only one brave enough to walk in the rain without some cover. 🤷🏼♀️ After class, I was supposed to stay at the library for a few more hours to study for my Stat midterm, but I just wasn’t really in the mood to study for anything. I skipped that supposed study session and bravely faced another few blocks of walking in the rain to the station. I’m no Elsa but the cold and rain couldn’t bother me in any way. There was a long queue for the bus way home but good thing I was lined in front, so I still had the chance to be seated at a window seat. I just stared outside the window the entire trip thinking about things. I could never see past my window because it’s so foggy and rain won’t stop pouring outside. I couldn’t care about the view outside when my head was so full of thoughts. I guess I was too busy thinking that I missed my stop. I swear it never happened to me before. I could fell asleep in the middle of the trip but still wake up two or three stops before my stop. But this time on the bus earlier, I think I just heard my street name so faint that it took my brain to register for about 5 seconds to realize that oh shite that’s my stop. But I was too late and the bus already zoomed past my stop and I just realized like fuck I was gonna walk for blocks while raining. I was not ready for this haha. I’ve been here for almost two years and never have I ever missed my stop and when I did it’s pouring like hell. Great. I stepped out of the bus and gather my self like how the fuck am I gonna survive. I stopped in the middle of the crosswalk, took out my coat in the middle of the rain and made sure my backpack was sheltered inside my coat. I walked for what feels like an eternity. I couldn’t run. Running would do no good and I couldn’t risk slipping lol. Fuck this life was what I thought while I was walking in the rain. Isn’t it fucking ironic that it had to happen today? Is there some kind of message over this?
I just thought maybe it’s a wake-up call to finally buy a fucking umbrella lol and finally move on to one that I lost. I did look for another umbrella the other day, but then I thought maybe I could still survive without a new one. But alas, not after this incident for sure. I guess it’s time to finally let go of whatever sentiment the lost umbrella holds and just buy a new one.
Yeah, I’ll do that. Tomorrow, okay? ‘Cause I’m fucking tired now.