I might love the night life, and I might like to boogie, but oh those summer nights, I do not like those summer nights. Come to think of it I don’t like the summer days either. The fact of the matter is I just don’t like summer, rock on winter, or autumn, or spring, anything but summer.
One of the things I dislike most about summer is air conditioning. Don’t get me wrong, I could not last the summer without air conditioning, but I just don’t like it. It irritates my eyes, I don’t like the chill in the air, I don’t like it blowing in my face, but it is infinitely better than the alternative, which is to sweat profusely.
I miss not being able to open up the house, I miss the fresh air and a cool breeze blowing through the house, I miss not being able to go outside without melting. I am so over perspiration and body odour, not my body odour, my sh*t doesn’t stink, but the same cannot be said for some of those other unfortunate smelly souls that think they can inflict their own brand on everyone else, whether it be at the shops or anywhere else for that matter. That waft of BO as you walk past someone, truly gross.
I miss the cooler weather, but not too cold, I don’t like heaters either.