Okay I admit it. I've been away for a very long time. But I did warn you that that will happen (not that I have any readers out there waiting in anticipation for me to write my next blog post. Let's just say this is not Jezebel or anything). Anyway lots of things have happened since the last time I wrote. I graduated grad school, I'm almost about to be married, I actually managed to find a job in a career that I am passionately and hopelessly in love with. Now that we're done with catching up let's talk about other stuff.
So if you live in New England, we are supposedly going through a heat wave. Which means there are all sorts of whiny New Englanders complaining about the heat and how terrible it is, and oh my god the humidity its going to KILL them!! Absolutely KILL them I say!! As you can probably tell from my tone I am none too fond of these complaints and whining. We live in a first world country people. There are air conditioners everywhere. Find a restaurant, a coffee shop, an office building. They are teeming with these air conditioners. Spend the whole day there if your delicate skin is so sensitive to sweating. I do have to say it's these moments, when we have these so called heat waves (and I say so called because I come from a country where 90 F degrees is easy peasey lemon squeezey. It's when it gets to 114 F when we have something real to talk about) that I truly remember where I come from. Just right now in fact I had dinner, where no jokes I had sweat dripping down my forehead in buckets. This is something that doesn't happen often to me. And it brought back all the memories of the heat back home. Where we would endure the worst temperatures because there was a power outage and there was nothing we could do about it. I remember that time, sitting with your back covered in a sheen of sweat, the wetness a constant reminder that you couldn't really do anything to escape from the heat. Even if you had an air conditioner, oftentimes with the load shedding you had to endure many hours of heat and humidity with no relief.
Now I actually have an air conditioner in my apartment, so there is no reason for me to endure sitting around my apartment with sweat dripping out from every corner of my body. Except for the most important reason. This is it. This is the two month long summer we get. After this, winter arrives in its terrible form, with its awful snow, its disgusting sleet, the horrendous wind, the 10,000 minutes it takes to get ready to go outside. It's in this heat and humidity that I remember where I'm really from, and which is why I'm sitting in my apartment, not willing to turn on the air conditioner, because I know three months from now, I would be wishing for this heat, this humidity, this sheen of sweat on my back to return.
So I guess this blog post isn't really very social "workey" is it? Except I would say there is an important lesson in this. It's always important to remember where you're from and how you can use that to your advantage to be able to cope with life, to be able to work through things, to be able to look 90 F degree weather in the face and say "screw you guys I'm going home" (where its actually 120 F right now with 80% humidity).
So if you live in New England, we are supposedly going through a heat wave. Which means there are all sorts of whiny New Englanders complaining about the heat and how terrible it is, and oh my god the humidity its going to KILL them!! Absolutely KILL them I say!! As you can probably tell from my tone I am none too fond of these complaints and whining. We live in a first world country people. There are air conditioners everywhere. Find a restaurant, a coffee shop, an office building. They are teeming with these air conditioners. Spend the whole day there if your delicate skin is so sensitive to sweating. I do have to say it's these moments, when we have these so called heat waves (and I say so called because I come from a country where 90 F degrees is easy peasey lemon squeezey. It's when it gets to 114 F when we have something real to talk about) that I truly remember where I come from. Just right now in fact I had dinner, where no jokes I had sweat dripping down my forehead in buckets. This is something that doesn't happen often to me. And it brought back all the memories of the heat back home. Where we would endure the worst temperatures because there was a power outage and there was nothing we could do about it. I remember that time, sitting with your back covered in a sheen of sweat, the wetness a constant reminder that you couldn't really do anything to escape from the heat. Even if you had an air conditioner, oftentimes with the load shedding you had to endure many hours of heat and humidity with no relief.
Now I actually have an air conditioner in my apartment, so there is no reason for me to endure sitting around my apartment with sweat dripping out from every corner of my body. Except for the most important reason. This is it. This is the two month long summer we get. After this, winter arrives in its terrible form, with its awful snow, its disgusting sleet, the horrendous wind, the 10,000 minutes it takes to get ready to go outside. It's in this heat and humidity that I remember where I'm really from, and which is why I'm sitting in my apartment, not willing to turn on the air conditioner, because I know three months from now, I would be wishing for this heat, this humidity, this sheen of sweat on my back to return.
So I guess this blog post isn't really very social "workey" is it? Except I would say there is an important lesson in this. It's always important to remember where you're from and how you can use that to your advantage to be able to cope with life, to be able to work through things, to be able to look 90 F degree weather in the face and say "screw you guys I'm going home" (where its actually 120 F right now with 80% humidity).
