It’s raining all week — which is something I’m quite fond of. Ever since I was a kid, the sounds of water drops and the chill that a rainy day brings has always caught my full attention. Sleeping when you’re able to hear the rain is just the best. I fucking love it.
Now if I can be less optimistic, here’s how everything is going very wrong this week. The economy is officially in a full blown recession and stocks are in a bear market. I’m down more than 20%, which sounds comical after you finally have the courage to see how much value you’ve lost in the past week. I’m fucked, but I kind of expected this to happen. I’m lucky I liquidated 1/3rd of my portfolio a month earlier, but it still stings a lot.
You know what’s the worst part about me? I’m fairly clumsy when I’m completely distracted. My attention was shifted away just for a second and enough to make me slip in the rain. My phone flew out of my hand and handed on the concrete. It was destroyed. I could be mad, but that honestly wouldn’t do me shit. It’s a phone that’s just become a very useless paper weight. I could order the part to fix the damage, but time needed to learn how to fix it and waiting on the part to arrive isn’t going to be quick or easy. Most repair places only fix iPhones. So fuck it then. I drove my ass over to the Apple store and picked up a new iPhone.
Seriously. Please don’t fight gravity until I get a case for it. I think this is one of those times where I tell myself it’s just a phone and that shit can be replaced. After all, it doesn’t have any sentimental value so just move on and don’t let that accident keep you down.
Can it just be Friday already? Later world.