Music that makes hot weather feel cool8/12/2023 ![]() ![]() Warning signs of dangerous heat illness:.1) Exercise during the cooler parts of the day:.So please, still keep me involved, but maybe just throw out some other ideas too, like sitting inside for brunch this time, so I don’t have to sweat over my eggs? Otherwise, I’ll be right here in my home, with the curtains drawn, happily waiting till fall. I know my warm-weather friends will never stop blowing up the group chat with plans of park picnics and lake trips, and I love that for you. I’m proud of you for climbing mountains, and I’m proud of me for not. When I’m at home under a blanket, and you’re reaching the peak of that fourteener you’ve been climbing all day, I am more than happy to give your IG post a lil double-tap. ![]() The world may call me a weather traitor, and I’ll probably be dealing with confusion and judgment over this for the rest of eternity, but really.this isn’t sad. Instead, my summer social life includes baking, crafting, and staying TF home, and that is okay. Your “easy” five-mile hike is not, and never will be, my idea of warm-weather fun (and you wouldn’t want me and my blisters there anyway). Whereas the hot sun on your skin gives you a hit of dopamine, turning my A/C down to 65 degrees feels borderline orgasmic to me. While you enjoy sunbathing with half-naked strangers on the beach, I’m perfectly content watching The Circle half naked on the couch. And while I spend each day of summer in a constant state of panicky, strung-out dampness, my friends and family spend theirs frolicking in the sun, happy and relaxed and incredibly confused by my choice to hide away at home with the A/C cranked to 68.īut I’m here to say that I am not broken. Commuting to work when my car is an oven and my boobs have created their own sweat rivulets? Absolutely f*cking not.Įven swapping out my leggings and hoodies for shorts and T-shirts sends me into a panic, especially when I remember that walking + wearing shorts = thigh-chafing so bad, I have to do the Pregnant Lady Waddle just to get some relief. Curling or straightening my hair only to head out in 90 percent humidity? Nope. Putting on makeup while constantly dabbing my upper lip sweat? No thanks. As soon as spring hits, so does my anxiety, and I spend most of May through August dreading the idea of having to go literally anywhere.īecause when it’s warm, even simple activities feel extra miserable. But for us, there are no reverse sun lamps (cloud lamps?) that can trick my body into thinking it’s cold and gray outside. Seasonal Affective Disorder doesn’t just apply to cold weather, IMO. Stepping outside on a hot, humid day is like stepping into an invisible straitjacket-there’s only so much I can do to escape it. Warm weather makes me feel claustrophobic and trapped. Like, you know that heavy despair you feel when winter arrives? When it gets dark at 4 p.m., the sky turns perpetually gray, and you realize you’ve got at least four months of sadness and anxiety ahead of you? Yeah, I get that in May. And as hard as it is to believe, this isn’t some fun, rebellious choice-it’s a whole mental and physical existence. So instead, I live my life in Summer Haters Anonymous, hiding my true winter-party alignments until another cold-weather ally quietly reveals themselves. “It’s so warm, the days are so long, the weather is so nice.” People take their summers seriously, and to reveal that you hate society’s favorite season is to reveal yourself as an enemy of humanity. ![]() “How can you not like summer?” I’ve been asked by hordes of borderline hostile friends over the years. Play icon The triangle icon that indicates to play ![]()
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