In Real Life
A life as told by an overactive imagination
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Summer Heat Feedback Loop
Summer has decided to stick around for quite a while longer than what it should have here (really, Florida? Nearly October and we're still getting 90-degree weather?), I have had quite a while to analyze my behavior to this oh-so-disgustingly-hot season.
As I had shared before, I'm not a big fan of sunlight. I'm pretty much pale-by-choice. Or by genetic inheritance of vampiristic traits :P (if you don't get that joke please read this , I'm quite proud of how that particular blog :) ).
In any case, I've noticed that this dislike of sunlight is exclusive to when I'm outdoors. When I'm stuck inside, my human instincts kick in and I seem to be very, very pleased at the sun shining through the window.Particularly so when indoors includes air-conditioning. So, while staring happily at the sunny world outside, I begin to have some sort of summer-fever. Somehow, I forget all my better sense and I can't help the desire to go outside and bask under sunlight and summery stuff.
In my mind, it will all work wonderfully and I'll spend a marvelous time outside just enjoying summer.
In reality, though...
You'd think that after endless months of summer, I would have learned already; but both reactions are so intrinsically instinctual that I really can't help myself. Just a few hours later, I find myself at the first step all over again...
As I had shared before, I'm not a big fan of sunlight. I'm pretty much pale-by-choice. Or by genetic inheritance of vampiristic traits :P (if you don't get that joke please read this , I'm quite proud of how that particular blog :) ).
In any case, I've noticed that this dislike of sunlight is exclusive to when I'm outdoors. When I'm stuck inside, my human instincts kick in and I seem to be very, very pleased at the sun shining through the window.Particularly so when indoors includes air-conditioning. So, while staring happily at the sunny world outside, I begin to have some sort of summer-fever. Somehow, I forget all my better sense and I can't help the desire to go outside and bask under sunlight and summery stuff.
In my mind, it will all work wonderfully and I'll spend a marvelous time outside just enjoying summer.
In reality, though...
You'd think that after endless months of summer, I would have learned already; but both reactions are so intrinsically instinctual that I really can't help myself. Just a few hours later, I find myself at the first step all over again...
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Discovering the Sky - Part II (a.k.a airports play on your mental constructs)
3. Overpriced food
Flying takes a while. During that while, people's stomachs tend to get empty. Now that people can't just carry around food and water with them, we are essentially forced to buy it. Well, as it always is, the cheapest food is the oh-so-very-bad-for-your-arteries fast food. Many times there's not enough time between flights for a decent meal, anyways.
Fast food outside of the airport is insanely affordable:
Fast food inside the airport is legalized robbery...
It is always hard to resign yourself to knowingly overpay for food...until your stomach reminds you why fasting isn't very popular.
4. "There are weeeird people in this world, dude"
Possibly the most bizarre and at the same time most strangely entertaining thing in airports is noticing how weird people can get.
I have found that these people can be categorized by:
- The people going on vacation that are going to freeze in the plane:
They may be going to a Caribbean vacation, but they forget that airports and planes are usually kept at a nice "you feel like you're going to freeze but not quite" temperature. In summary, they're about to freeze their butts off in the plane.
- The guy that really looks like Bob Marley
(A/N : To all Bob Marley fans, please excuse the lack of talent that led to such a poor depiction of a look-alike)
- That one lady that’s dressed like a hooker…
- which gets so much more awkward when you notice her adorable little children
But the most annoying ones:
- The people that somehow manage to look perfect.
Really, how do they do it? This is how I look after a few hours of flying alternated by jumping across airports:
Do they bring a personal styler along? Are they professional stylers? Did they kill the ozone layer with 5 cans of hairspray before they even got on the plane?
It’s like the number of licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop…the world may never know.
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