What makes this world a wonderful place is the fact that people, while similar in structure and function, can be so wildly different in their tastes and preferences. Everyone's body functions the same, yet our heights, facial features, skin color, ideology, ethnicity, and so on vary so greatly that no two of us are the same. I find the differences amongst people to be fascinating. Rather than a means to be divisive as so many people feel, I see them as a way to bring people together, to show that no two of us are exactly the same and that we all have a basis for understanding one another. Perhaps the one area, or preference, that I will never be able to fully see eye to eye with certain people is on our preferred climate, season, or ideal temperature. I have friends who absolutely love the heat and humidity of summer. They can't wait for it to arrive and relish the thought of another hot day to enjoy. When the extreme humidity of summer in New England arrives, I feel like I am slowly dying and dream of being inundated with a blizzard and feet upon feet of snow. Don't get me wrong, I love summer, I just would rather do without the months of July and a few weeks of August. My ideal temperature maxes out at about 78 degrees Fahrenheit. Above that and I start to feel oppressed. I begin to feel like I am living in an oven, my brain slowly sizzling and frying, and my body attempting to expel every little bit of moisture through sweat. I can work in the heat, but I don't have to like it. To me, it feels like I am slowly dying every time I walk outside and the humidity, combined with a high temperature makes the air feel like you slice through it with a butter knife. I feel shorter, I wilt like the flowers, and I get very easily agitated. The worst is after a long day of working outside in the heat and humidity only to have mosquitoes and gnats start flying around my face. I start swatting, swearing, and shadow boxing those little annoying insects in an attempt to retain my sanity, all the while losing it. And to think that people actually like living in Florida where the heat and humidity make a few hot, disgusting days in New England look like a balmy spring day. Not for me, my friend, not for me.
I am pretty sure I write about how much I hate the heat and humidity at least once a year. I just can't get over my disdain for them, yet luckily man in his infinity wisdom has invented the swimming pool and air conditioning to make life a little more manageable when the temperature is not. And considering the fact that the extreme heat and humidity only take up about 1.5 months out of a whole year in New England, I would still rather not live anywhere else. To me, the heat and humidity make it seem like I am slowly dying while the freezing cold makes a me feel alive. I know some feel the other way around, but this is just my opinion. There are only so many clothes you can take off your body when it gets hot. Yet when it's cold you can add layer upon layer upon layer if you needed to. If given the choice on a way to die, by heat or cold, I would take the cold. No scientist has ever claimed to bring someone back after being technically dead from the heat, yet there are more and more instances where people have frozen, died, and been brought back to life. That's what I would prefer. Now, don't get me wrong, I plan never to put myself in a situation where I will freeze to death, but that is more likely to happen than me putting myself in a situation where I will die from excessive heat. There just isn't another way of looking at it. So as this oppressive weekend ends and the heat and humidity diminish somewhat, I will look forward to winter and hopefully lots of snow.