Saturday 22 May 2010

It's hot! This is England not Spain!

Hello my fine feathered readers, it's the Saturday of Solipsism and a beautiful Saturday of Solipsism at that.

Now England has been going through what I consider awful weather. Now most would consider it sticking around 26 degrees fantastic weather. Not me.

I loath the heat, I'm not a sadist and sit in the freezing cold, no. It's more that I hate forced heat. When I go outside and instantly start sweating and feel that a T-shirt and a pair of jeans is far too much clothing. I don't like it, I mean who would really?

I can understand the appeal of a nice sunny day and sitting on a field with your friends; chatting about all the strange things you like to talk about. That sounds lovely, but I don't need to be drenched in sweat for that, there can be clouds in the sky for a day like that to occur.

Now back on to forced heat. I like the cold for the main reason:
You can always put on more clothes, if you go outside naked people will through rubbish at you. So I like the cold for the opportunity to get warm. But when I am forced to be hot and cannot do otherwise I begin to get a little peeved. 

I like coming home from the chilly walk home from school -that wasn't so bad because I had my jacket on to keep me warm- and quickly grabbing a hot chocolate to warm-up even more. Then diving back into the cold to walk the dogs.
I do not like:
Coming home drenched in sweat from a hot walk home from school -which was made worse because not can I not take my shirt off when walking home I would not have the self confidence to do so anyway- and being hit by a wave of heat from a house that has been roasting up like an oven for me all day. Then soaking my dry throat in juice only for it to become dry again in the next few minutes. Then having to go back outside -after changing into clothes that will not really give me any benefit against the heat- back into the heat  to walk the dogs.

But I do admit that I do enjoy feeling cold too. The sensation it gives me as a cold breeze blows past my ears which are getting redder from the cold. The strange tingle on cheeks every time I breath. Also, who doesn't love seeing their misty breath float in front of their eyes?

Obviously I know I'm in the minority when I say I want it to rain all year round, but hey. Something about it appeals me. Not in a depressing manor, rain just looks nice.

- Matt
I don't hate the heat.
I just hate the extreme heat.