And another thing

This has no relevance to you and your life so I'm sorry but I HATE thunderstorms. And I don't hate them in the way you're supposed to. The way that you say you hate something but inwardly realize that hate is a strong word so you use the strongly dislike term. No, I HATE thunderstorms. A lot of white people like thunderstorms. I've met several who say "Oh I could sit out on my front porch and watch a thunderstorm all day!" I mean, what? Is your front porch the place where you would choose to die? That's essentially what you are saying. Last night a storm rolled in, with it being the second night in my entire life I chose to go to bed before 11. It was a bad one, too. I was one nuclear bomb sound away from crawling into Brittany's twin bed with her. If I thought she was awake I would have. Thunderstorms just ruin everything. The thunder is loud, the lightning is bright, they take out your power and reset your alarm clock, they take down trees, they scare your dogs, they scare your kids (in my parents case, you're 23 year old), they ruin your afternoon picnics and concerts. Maybe I'm dumb for being scared of them. But if they aren't scary then why do all the horror parts of horror movies happen with storms in the background? I'll be brave and say that 98% of humans are scared of spiders. Don't tell me you are scared of something that usually doesn't bite and crawls around in your ceiling corners in order to avoid you, but you sit outside in the lightning for fun? I would call you an idiot behind your back. One major thing I love in this life is sleep. And frequently, thunderstorms prevent sleep because they always come at completely inconvenient times. I've also learned that thunderstorms in no way discourage my crazy neighbors. They were still outside in the midst of it, yelling at each other in the street as usual.