Rishire Writes

I want to start off by saying that I also hate Summer. Spring and Fall are the only seasons I tolerate, and that’s that. Despite how much Summer sucks with all of the sweating and the humidity and the massive discomfort of incredibly high temperatures (depending on where you live), I have to say that Winter is categorically worse.

Last week, my manager said that you can always put on more clothes as an argument as to why Winter is better than Summer. As true as that is, I don’t think that actually fixes the problem. When I’m all bundled up like Randy from A Christmas Story, I’m almost as uncomfortable as I am when I’m freezing my face off. Not only does it make it difficult to walk as Randy so expertly demonstrated, it makes me unseasonably hot, and not in a good way. I end up drenched in sweat by the time I take off all of the layers.

In the Summer, though, the key to staying cool is air, namely the kind that blows from fans. I find the relief I experience from using my motorized, portable fan is much more enjoyable than that of donning a puffer jacket over a sweater that’s over a long sleeve bodysuit. Cooling off seems like it’s easier and more pleasurable than warming up, as much as I can’t sleep without being covered by at least a light blanket.

I’m a firm believer in doing you, though, so if you’re a Winter stan, than go off. You’re just wrong, and I hate you. Just kidding!

You can’t sit with us, though.