In the few years since I’ve begun riding a bike for pleasure, I have found a curious thing to hold true: if you want to experience deafening, post-apocalypse-like solitude, there is no place quite like small town or suburban streets in the middle of summer.
Let me state this again: when it gets hot out, the streets of your local neighborhood are always empty. Eerily so.
OK so, people don’t like the heat, so what? That’s certainly fine with me. Go wherever you want and like whatever you want; I’m always glad everyone doesn’t like the same stuff I like (you’d all be making me wait in line for shit)! But as I was riding my bike around a sweltering small town today, glorying in the sweat on the inside of my cap and the buzzing of relentless insects and the lively way sound has of travelling through active, hot air, I couldn’t help but ponder the many conversations I’ve had with people about their aversion to heat.
I’m pretty into summer, and most people aren’t, so I’ve had lots of these conversations.
Very close to 100% of people give a form of this argument for an anti-summer stance:
At least in the winter, you can go somewhere and warm up, maybe throw a blanket over yourself. In the summer, sometimes you just get real hot and there’s nothing you can do about it. Give me a blanket any day!
What a load of steaming bullshit. It is certainly possible that you think that way, and if so, may I suggest that you’re a wanker? You mean to tell me the foremost thing you base your human happiness on is your level of physical comfort in relation to the atmospheric temperature? How dreadfully boring, how devoid of active thought or action, how painfully insipid of a way to think about your life. So, more than anything, you just want to be comfortable, eh?
You know, in many instances, comfort is a synonym for complacency. That means not giving a shit.
(I have a few readers in parts of the world that are not “four season” areas; this rant applies very little to them)
Curling up under a blanket, while certainly a nice escape from the death season which is Winter, is certainly no valid recompense for losing the ability to partake in just about any meaningful outdoor activity (please, if you’re contemplating commenting about snowboarding, making snowmen, snowball fights, etc, please read this old entry of mine, and then take a flying leap). It is inherent in the very reasons you give for liking “cold over hot” that these activities revolve around escaping from life, withdrawing from action, focusing on comfort and the absence of the cold from your living room, rather than anything that is celebratory, life-affirming, or satisfying of your human curiosity.
I reject your argument about blankets, fireplaces, and Christmas. It is invalid. You don’t like cold more than you like heat. You like comfort more than you like living.