The obsession with the weather app

The weather. You can't do anything about it, but you can be incredibly preoccupied with it. I have four different weather apps that I check regularly to then label the most optimistic as the most reliable.

It stems from my questionable talent for always choosing a place where it should be sunny, but it rains when I'm there. Although I must say that even I had a good summer.

But how annoying is it when you book a trip for a lot of money to a sun-drenched location where it suddenly rains just when you arrive. And as a reverse icing on the cake, it's tropical in the Netherlands. While you were so looking forward to enjoying a cocktail while laughing at that pouring rain back home.

I always thought I was the only one with this morbid hobby, but now I know we all do it. B., my beloved's best friend, is currently in Turkey with his family at a lovely resort where we were two years ago. We exchanged some vacation fun when he said; “But the weather with you, that's not too great, right?” he was referring to the three drops that were supposed to fall on Monday and Tuesday. “Well, don't overestimate it either. I saw a 80 percent chance of precipitation for three days. That's no fun in a resort.” And bam. There we both had expressed our voyeuristic pleasures.

On my weather app, I have Ibiza (there's always someone I know who is there and I'm always jealous of that, so when it rains, I think I don't have it that bad), New York, Paris, Fethiye, all the places I've been and want to go. And if I get a 9 from weeronline and someone else a meager six, oh boys, that Bellini just tastes a little better.

You see, nothing human is alien to me. And nothing inhuman, actually, either.