It rained all weekend. This city fucking shuts down when it rains.  And I love it.  I love the shutting down part, but I especially love the rain. 

Everybody at my place of work commutes 40 min. a day.  That doubles when it rains and they get grumpy which is pretty funny.  I commute about 10 and it stays the same, and I get the bonus of getting to sleep listening to the rain. 

I also love rain for its inherent drama.  Everything seems more desperate and bluesy in the rain.  “I’m going to go buy a Snickers-” (dramatic pause) “-in this godforsaken town.” Even just brooding like Hand Moody at home is infinitely more pleasurable in a steady downpour.

But probably the best thing about rain in L.A. is that L.A. never gets rain.  This is great because 1. It cleanses the air of fog and the streets of both human-made and human litter and 2. Because of a principle of classic Epicureanism. 

People tend to think of Epicureanism as being synonymous with hedonism – and it pretty much has come to mean that in our language.  But originally, it was a philosophy of pleasure that necessarily included self-denial.  Wait a long time for rain, JESUS it feels good when that rain comes.  

This is part of my fundamental nature, I’m thinking, because I love it when it rains in L.A. and it gets mildly boring fucking your mom every day. 

Tags: cleanliness, commuting, rain, ungodliness, wetness, your mom

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