A Rant # "Heat"

No, I don't have a bone to pick with the 1995 Michael Mann film starring Al Pacino and Robert De Niro. I wanted to bitch about the weather, that heat, the quality of being hot. I really don't have much to say other than I hate it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! I was actually planning on blogging about something else but this superseded all else. I've awoken the past two days feeling miserable. The heat is incapacitating. I feel like a prisoner under it's sway. I'm a lizard, I keep still and try my best to maintain my body's temperature. I can't move. And when I do, the urge to sleep is great. I hate feeling this way. It's an altered state. I hate this almost as much as I hate being sick. I hate having no control over this spell. Luckily for me, it's a bit easier to combat the heat with my mental yoga than it is against sickness. But it's still a bitch. My mind's not that strong.

My only refuge is the shower, but that lasts only so long. It was actually in the shower today that I decided to bitch about the weather. I thought, This is going to end. It was probably the saddest thought I had in a long time. :P I didn't want it to end, but it would, it did and I just wanted to vent my frustrations about it. If I had a state-of-the-art air conditioning system and no regard for energy conservation I guess I'd be in heaven. But I don't and I don't. Aside from the showers I can always run to the local coffee shops and such. I don't feel guilty about consuming power in a communal space. It's like carpooling, no? But I can only go out so much. I like staying home. But I can't stand this place when it's like this. It's a kiln, or, in keeping with my heritage, a sweat lodge. :P It's unpleasant anyway you slice it. I just want to escape. That's what my mind does. I guess I misspoke (er, mistyped) earlier. When I'm sick I combat it. When I'm hot, I run. It's like they say, If you can't stand the heat... So I use my mental yoga to transport me. I get lost in fantasies of far off places blanketed in snow, encased in ice and drenched with rain.

I guess I could go on and on. I trip out on how fast ice melts these days, or how the aluminum backing of my iPod is no longer cool to the touch. Everything feels fucked up. It's so unnatural, this natural progression of the seasons. :P It's one of the things I love most about California, for the most part the status quo is maintained, but when Summer starts to come around the bend everything gets turned up a notch. I'm going to be absolutely miserable in the coming months. Fuck you Summer! Die! I can't stand this heat! :( I guess it would only stand to reason since I'm such a cold person... I mean, such a cool guy. :P ;)


DS333, melting, melting, melting.