Summer time

And the living’s (still not) easy…

The time of year when some (or a plethora) Minnesotans love to complain about the heat has begun. I refuse to be party to it this year. I keep my whining about the frozen wasteland to myself, close friends, or people who directly ask my opinion. I demand the same about the heat, dammit.

Them: Ooawh geez, it’s so hot out, isn’t it‽

Me: I actually like the heat.

Them: Well, I guess this is a bad place for you to be living isn’t it‽ Grunting laughter

Me: Mmmmhm, maybe so.

Unfortunately, the types of people I have this conversation with will never realise that their reply to me is as much a derogatory statement about them as it is possibly a “Get the fuck out then!” for me. One man actually said to me to get the hell out, if I don’t like the cold. I couldn’t tell if he was passive aggressive joking, or just plain aggressive.

On a somewhat similar side note, I did not take very many pictures when I lived in Georgia, and that makes me sad.

[Insert uncartoonish disappointed face]