I'd like to monologue this and record it if you don't mind.
Should this go in Creativity, or is this a legitimate informative point? By the sounds of "Well i wrote this for no reason what so ever", I'd say it's like an essay that should go in creativity :u
For added effect listen to this as you read, http://www.rainymood.com/Well i wrote this for no reason what so ever but i ended up depressing myself while writing it. It's quite obvious that some of this isn't real but that really doesn't matter. You... You know that warm fuzzy feeling most, if not all people get when they crawl into a warm bed while the rain pounds down during a cold night? Well that is a natural feeling, to feel warm and safe when you know you are sheltered from these things that all of man kind has been looking to avoid since the dawn of time, from the simplest of caves to the largest of mansions. I used to get this feeling, I loved that feeling, It was the best thing ever, I made sure to go to bed early on rainy nights just so i could achieve that feeling of warm comfort. Over the years though I developed an apathy for all mankind and I simultaneously developed a career which took me into and out of Manhattan on a daily basis. I saw homeless on every corner and in every subway station, sure they scared me when I rounded a corner and the gruff old man with his sign asks for change; I wouldn't though, I'd buy him a sandwich and some chips (usually those blue chips, I feel that every one should experience those once in their life). But back to my original point,that feeling you get during the rainy night. My apathy gave me a relationship and friends and raises and stuff in general, but it also gave me something I never wanted, a feeling for those homeless men. My point in saying this is that, well, when I lay in bed on a cold rainy night i can't sleep, i don't have that feeling that most get. I cry, i sob, i know that one of those homeless men are trying to sleep in a box, or under a newspaper and i'd imagine they wish they had a warm bed and window to listen to the rain through. but they dont and some of them dont wake up because they cant continue with that life... this is my reason for hating the cold windy rainy nights... I'm sorry if my grammar began to degrade as i wrote this, it was just thati began to feel my hands weaken and the tears well... it's an unavoidable side effect.
:|What now?
K, well now you're just being an outright dumb ass. I suggest you stop
