Austere dreams

You get annoyed by everything, you become depressed, and you throw all your anger at this stupid world that did not arrange the way in front of you. Even though you know that the source of all this torment is a small part of you, a damned part that can turn your life into hell at any moment. At the bottom of your skull is this thing called memory. It is said that it stores all your joys and sorrows. However, you found nothing but annoyances from him, as if his job was to extract the worst moments you lived in your hateful past, and throw them in the face of your present, scattering the remnants of a smile that you were trying hard to put together. Let's see what dirty memory is triggered now. It was a rainy day, you love rain but you hate it getting your clothes wet. You close your windows waiting to meet him, and at his entrance you close them tightly in his face. There is no contradiction, of course. Rain is not the only thing that causes this to happen. We crave many things and waste our lives asking for and searching for them, but we do not want to live those moments after getting wet!