I’m from Sacramento, so I understand the use of air conditioning well.
But an air conditioner is to make the temperature in the room more bearable- to take the edge off- not to sculpt the air into a completely different climate. I hate that in summer I have to carry a giant backpack full of extra clothes everywhere I go. Since I have to venture out into the un-airconditioned world to walk or catch the bus, just warm clothes out isn’t an option. So I have to carry a sweater, a pair of pants, and most likely a thermal shirt just to deal with the temperature changes from bus to work to restraunts to home.
If we kept the world at around the temperature it is outside, we could all dress for the occasion, instead of having to prepare for am equator-to-north-pole journey every time we go outside. My guess is that the cold-grubbers never have to venture outside their cars and garages, so they can just pretend like it is winter all the time. Fat lot of good that does me.
And what is with the freezing houses? Don’t you guys want to be able to be naked, or at least in shirt sleeves, in your homes? Nothing sucks more than curling up with a good book and a cup of tea- in your heavy jacket and sweatpants. My boyfriend will put on his heaviest clothes, and then drive around with all the windows open for no discernable reason. I don’t understand. Do your limbs not cry out to be free? To feel fresh air? To move without tons of fabric obstructing them? Don’t you know you are supposed to remove your heavy clothes when you enter a house and walk around in cooler, more comfortable clothes you conveinently wore underneath?
Then again, I’m the world’s least fit woman of Scandanavian decent. I was clearly meant to be born in the tropics.
I can’t stand the cold. At around seventy I get goosebumps. Not little goosebumps, but hard painful ones that cover my who body, from ankles and wrists to pubic hair. Then I get this terrible jawache. If it is in any way windy, the jawache extends to the ears and hurts like the worst thing possible for a good hour or two after I warm up. Then my fingers and toes start turning blue and my teeth chatter. In the winter I can hardly bring myself to get out of bed. If it is cold when I wake up, I won’t wake up and I’ll miss work. I get lethargic to the point of complete inactivity (except for my shivering).
So yeah, us heat-seekers get uncomfortable when were in the wrong temperatures, too. I hate when cold folks swear that their heat-related ailments are the only ones that are important. As if blue fingernails wern’t something to get alarmed at. Let’s just have some parity here. I’ll admit that your discomfort is important if you admit that mine is, too. Okay?