|Old shirt (similar), thrifted vest, F21 jeans, Charlotte Russe shoes (on sale!), Target watch (similar*)|
There was some lightning last night right after I finished taking pictures and it reminded me of this story about how I'm kind of a gullible idiot-
When I was little I must have asked my dad where thunder and lightning came from. He either didn't know or wasn't sure he could dumb it down to my little kid level so he told me that storm clouds were quite dense and they would collide and rub against each other. The sound of the collision was thunder and the rubbing caused friction which would then create lightning. This sounded quite plausible to my elementary school brain. I went on my merry way.
Apparently I never thought to question this explanation. In my second year of college, I took a physical science class. My professor started talking about thunder and lightning and I kind of started to relax a bit cause, hey, I got this. Except then he was all talking about positive and negative charges and stuff. And I kind of started to raise my hand but turned it into a head scratch at the last moment while I pondered a bit. Where did I learn the friction thing...
I finally remembered that my information had come from my dad, the same man who had my sister and me terrified of something called "The Dreaded Trinity Squirrel" (large flesh eating squirrel with a taste for small children, in case you're wondering) while we were camping at Lake Trinity in northern California when I was five.
I figured I could probably trust my professor on the positive/negative thing and I put my hand down.
*Just kidding. This is actually more like it.