Why I Hate Summer.

Ok ok I know I have a post called Why I Hate Spring but I hate summer almost as much.


Normal people make plans to go out to the beach, to the park, just anywhere outside in the heat whilst I prefer to be lying on the cold tiles of my kitchen under the a.c fanning myself with a poorly folded magazine I had given up on reading hours before and grimacing and grumpily yelling at everyone who walks into the kitchen whilst I am laying there.

Mmmm yes, paradise.

The thing that annoys me most about summer is the fact that you can’t do anything to combat ┬áthe heat. In winter, you can put on layers and crank up the heater, curl up in a ball under the sheets in bed and think about warm cosy fires and drink hot chocolate. But, summers are just a mess. You can take layers off but once you hit the skin, you cant go any further. The a.c only goes down to a certain amount and there is only a certain amount of icy poles you can have before the diabetes kicks in.

Summer also means roasting in the sun like a chicken. Charcoal chicken. I don’t have an issue with the colour of my skin. I don’t care if I get darker for beauty’s sake but that means: new foundation. And each summer, I blacken to different extents which means I have about 5 different tubes of foundation sitting in a box at home just waiting to see the light of day.

One day down, 3 more months to go. Autumn, where you at?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s