Rainy Days and their Effects on Feelings

I enjoy a good rainy day. And Miami has its fair share - sideways rain, straight down rain, hurricane rain, rain that comes from a cloudless sky (still don't get it), rain that seems to come from below, fried shrimp, boiled shrimp, shrimp gumbo…oh wait.


Anywho, I enjoy a nice shower, no matter what kind. It immediately makes me want a cup of tea, a good book, a snuggly cat on my feet, and a Harry Potter marathon on in the background (yes, this is my current situation, why do you ask). And it just seems that whenever it rains, I’m given permission to feel the things that normally get pushed to the back of my independent, ambitious, always-on, power-through self - things like nostalgia, longing, sadness. In the day to day hustle (and it is a hustle even if its not of the gangsta type), these softer thoughts and feelings seem to have no place. I have goals and dreams and things that straight up need to get done, and being all nostalgic and mopey is generally not the best way to advance in this day and age of “yep I buy my own, if he deserve it buy his shit too.” 10 points to Gryffindor if you know who said that.


But, when it rains, I can really feel. I can reminisce. I can dredge up the past. I can read old diaries, look at photos from high school, wonder what my first boyfriend is up to these days. I can think back to how life used to be, and feel sad that it's not that way anymore, and get that pressure in my heart that means I’ve somehow changed from who I was and that a return to that person is impossible, and then feel sad about that too. Because it's a good sad. It's a sad that is contained, specific, acute. In a strange perversion of the the human soul, it's a sadness that can be enjoyed. Just like rainy days. Even though its not all sunny and bluebirds aren’t joyfully helping me pin up my golden locks because they’re being swept down a raging river of rainwater, its nice and I'm happy. Rain on, day.

What in the name of Zeus does this title mean

Well, basically its a dad joke referring to a quote by the philosopher Descartes, from the Latin "Cogito ego sum." The actual quote and general gist is the following (thanks Google):

(philosophy) I am able to think, therefore I exist. A philosophical proof of existence based on the fact that someone capable of any form of thought necessarily exists.

Its just super convenient that my name is Amy, and so once you combine the two, you arrive at "I Think Therefore I Amy." Which is really quite appropriate if you know me - dad jokes and learning, two of my fortes.

Now before you start thinking I'm some random white chick living in an ivory tower braiding my golden locks and dreaming up cheesy / esoteric blog titles just for kicks, let me clarify - its more of a dirty blonde. 

Ha. See?

Anyway, this is my entrance back into the blogging world. I had one for several months a few years ago when I was living down in Buenos Aires, Argentina, documenting my trials and experiences in that confusingly glorious yet troubled city. Here's the link - its pretty amusing, at least to me. I might have even lol'ed a few times reading through some old entries. But then, I've always been my own biggest fan when it comes to humor. 

I'll generally be posting when I find the time and if I have something cool to say - most of what I think about would be classified as strange at best. I might also stray into the odd "how-to" or checklist, two of my favorite things in the world after food and food.  Maybe even a book recommendation or recipe. Who knows. The world is my oyster, so lets get cracking. (Get it. You crack oysters open...this is going to be fun I can feel it).

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