On dramatic rain and life being a movie

Yesterday turned into the official first day of fall, in that the temperature dropped like a stone and it rained all day. Seriously poured. I like rain, except that it makes everything so damn cold, but I like walking around in it. I hardly ever bring an umbrella anywhere. I don't really see the point. Everything will dry eventually, and it's kinda dramatic in a way to look soaked. It's like something really important or life-changing has happened.

I don't know if I ever told you guys about it, but six months or so ago I was talking to a friend of mine who's got a degree in philosophy about different life approaches. The one that stuck the most to me that he told me about was the idea to live your life like it was a movie - when faced with a decision, pick the alternative that would make the movie more interesting to watch. We hung out on Sunday for a little bit, and while we didn't talk about it again, the question always surfaces in my mind afterwards, and I feel a little sad.

I don't know how I'd categorize the movie that is my life. Comedy? Drama? Tragic? Porn? I mean shit, if I were to watch it I'd probably facepalm a whole bunch of times and yell "No! No! Don't do that!" like I do when I'm watching stupid people in horror movies who run out into the forest in their underwear armed only with a dubious flashlight to investigate strange noises. It could be seen as a movie of difficult choices, but in the end, I think it's not so much that I have choices to make as that they come with kinda uncomfortable consequences. If I step up and make a decision, I close possibilities, and that's always a scary thing. It needs to be done though, at some point.

Rainy days really crave their internal drama, don't they?

I don't know if it was the weather or whatever, but I felt so despondent all day, and even a little low today. I went to Hemingway's place last night and curled up on the couch watching shit TV while the rain raged outside, and just reflected over how tired I've felt lately. It's probably the actual burden of, I don't know, doing something. I really like my job though, but I kinda want to curl up and go to bed when I get home. Maybe it's just the fact that it's turning into fall. I caught myself staring at the rain outside while at work, imagining it was snow though. I guess I'm getting ready for this year to come to an end.