Tuesday, May 15, 2007

The A through F of Why I Don't Like Summer

Phew it's a hot day. And I have a headache. A big, nasty, pound on my brain until I want to die headache. I blame both allergies and barometric pressure.

I am not a Spring/Summer person. I can appreciate the beauty of these seasons, and even partake and enjoy them to a degree. But... a) I hate to sweat. b) I hate suffering from allergies (which pretty-much last from when it gets warm to when it gets cold again). c) I hate insects. I am the original bug-buffet. If there is a bug within 50 kilometres of me I guarantee it will find me, bite me and or buzz around me til I go insane or kill it. d) I hate it when other people sweat. More specifically, other people who do not wear deodorant and shower. e) I hate the smell of garbage in the air, the pungent whack-you-upside-the-head aroma that can only be achieved by sun-broiling many a disgusting thing in the sun. f) I hate not being able to breathe properly due to the aforementioned allergies or the thick, health-deteriorating smog. (not that you can't have smog in the winter, but you know what I mean.)

Anyhow... this is officially my first post about the weather (or the seasons) and I'm not particularly enthralled. I hate it when people talk about the weather really. Ah well.


Misster Kitty said...

I second that!
Summer sucks!
...well most aspects of it do. Once the temp is over 25 I'm counting the days to winter again. I hate the heat and I hate the humidity even more.

On the upside it is the best time of year to drink far too many lime slush margaritas... and gallons of sangria... but then who am I fooling? I know myself better than that... when did I ever need an excuse to drink!... let alone a Season. :)


Here's to the first cool days of Autumn...

Anonymous said...

would you like some cheese with your whine sir?
Jeff in Ottawa

John said...

Why yes. Yes I would. I love cheese.

:p ;)

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry, but although I agree with much of what you've written, I'll still take summer over winter, when the cold weather isn't just uncomfortable, but actually hurts. Yack.