I hate the heat. I would have rain and clouds any day over this heat. It hasn't really even broken 100 the way it really can out here either. And I'm already complaining.
According to some surveys I had to research in my Social Psychology class a few years back, it's been said that heat promotes hostile moods. AKA road rage, irritability, short-tempers, etc. I should find those surveys so you all know I'm not talking out of my ass. I, for one, am happy to say that heat definitely gets me pissed off. I hate sweat. I hate that you walk out your door and 2 minutes later, you have no make up on because you've literally just had it melted off your face. I hate that my a/c works great in the car but it doesn't cool me down. I hate when seat belts get hot and burn your fingers off. I hate that your hair NEVER looks good because it's too hot to blow dry and straighten. And you know what? I hate that the pool doesn't even help because even the water gets hot. What the hell?
I feel bad for physical labor workers. Like, construction guys, landscapers etc. Construction guys basically have three options: work 3am-10am, work the entire graveyard shift or suffer in suicidal heat throughout the day (which should be illegal in AZ, is it?). Landscapers... those poor dudes. They can't do yard work at 2am - they can't be running their lawn mowers at that atrocious time. How do they do it? Jesus.
Anyway, point is, you won't be finding me outside this summer. I'll be non-regrettably running my electric bill overboard.
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