I used to hate rainy days. I couldn't go jogging without coming back completely soaked and catching a cold, the bars were way emptier than usual, nothing seemed to go right.
Staying indoors was also unpleasant. I would quickly grow impatient and, I admit, lonely. I'd end up drinking alone and staying in bed all day, which made me feel worthless.
Well, it's not that much different now: I still spend all day in bed when it rains. But I don't drink anymore, except for an occasional glass of wine, and I'm never alone when I do that.
I'm also not lonely, either. And lying down doens't makeme feel impatient or worthless; it makes me feel warm, cozy and loved.
