Air con

I hatehateHATE air conditioning. It’s not because I hate being cold. Sometimes, it’s cold. That’s OK. I will dress accordingly. What I hate is that I have to wear socks, long pants and a sweater, and drink a hot drink all day long to keep warm, and outside it’s 35 degrees. It’s absurd. If it was minus 35, or plus 21, I would be fine with taking steps to address the fact that I feel cold. However, nobody should feel cold in 35 degree heat. That is an unnecessary and wasteful cold. Cold in vain.

“But what are other people supposed to do? You can put on more clothes – they can’t take more off.”

Somehow, I don’t see the balance. I am absolutely freezing. I can’t feel my thumbs. You are “comfortable”? Surely we can reach some compromise.

Air conditioning seems to know no compromise. It is either on or off. I would be perfectly fine with an open window, a fan and a cold drink, doing my best to adjust to the heat, since it's hot.

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I wrote most of that a couple of days ago. It still stands, but today, it is ridiculously hot. It is the kind of hot that doesn't go away no matter how still you remain. It is the kind of hot that renders you unable to think of anything interesting to write in your blog. The kind of hot that overheats your computer. It all makes you think you should give up and go to the pub.