You complain about the rain, but secretly,

You complain about the rain, but secretly, you adore it.

Just like I complain about pain. Secretly I love it. Both are beautiful in there own way. The sorrowful rain brings life to this planet, and pain makes us who we are.

When he started smacking my bum, I changed my mind. Owwww, pain really really hurts! "Please put the ruler down," I said from upsidedown, "lets just be friends." He

reluctantly put the ruler aside, then (astonishingly) decided to join me in hanging upside down. We hung there for a moment until he finally said, "I like hanging out with you. You

implicitly understand our mutual unspoken agreement. You support and validate any paranoia I talk about and I pretend that you're just as attractive as me." He said that. I was

so upset that he said that. How dare he pretend I am attractive! I am ugly, and proud god damn it! The next thing I know, he's jumping on the bed in my room like he owns the place.

This was three years ago. My mattress was replaced after he vanished. I left the old one by the curb so he could play on it to his heart's content. Three dogs discovered it and

one of them pulled what appeared to be a map out of the mattress stuffing one rainy afternoon. The first two dogs couldn't read it but the third dog had watched a lot of Dora

and said " ¿Sabe usted lo que dice, Do you know what this says?" and stared into space just like he learned in Dora when he was a young pup. The other 2 dogs were scared and

crapped.