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...
