April 5
I hate my umbrella. It’s maroon, a color that suggests dignity and confidence, but it flaps at the mere whisper of wind and folds inside-out on a whim. Its insides are mildewing and two of its metal arms are broken, so when it’s folded it looks like a decrepit bat. I’ve come to the realization that using this thing is actually more depressing and challenging than going umbrella-less. So when the next storm comes I’m going to embrace the scarf-headwrap thing. – Shaan