Annoying Heat
The thing about the heat is that it brings out my rashes, which irritates the shit out of me, which makes me wish that human beings were robots because illogical human behaviour annoys the hell out me -- especially when my rashes are acting up because of the heat.
So I blame the horrid summer season in Manila for wishing for a scalpel everytime someone near me does something so irrationally human that I want to give them an instant lobotomy. If only the sun would hide behind massive cumulus clouds for a while, I wouldn't have glared at the woman who, after her heart gets broken and beaten, still insists on exposing herself to the one who hurt her. If only the wind would show up once in a while, I probably would have let the incident with the silly girl who gave up a pretty good job so she can spend a few days with her boyfriend blow over. If only the dormant water in the air would stop making my skin steam, I'd be super cool about the temporary work partner who refuses to understand emails, no matter how many times I re-write and re-state my message.
Things that Boggle the Mind, so Fly Girl says. In more forgiving weather conditions, I'd have rolled my eyes at such illogic and let it roll off me as if I had a Teflon hide. But, man, when the weather is harsh and the heat is intense, every illogical detail and act sticks to my rashes and itches.
And I'm irritated with myself when I'm irritated.
Can't we all just be robots living in an airconditioned environment?
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So I blame the horrid summer season in Manila for wishing for a scalpel everytime someone near me does something so irrationally human that I want to give them an instant lobotomy. If only the sun would hide behind massive cumulus clouds for a while, I wouldn't have glared at the woman who, after her heart gets broken and beaten, still insists on exposing herself to the one who hurt her. If only the wind would show up once in a while, I probably would have let the incident with the silly girl who gave up a pretty good job so she can spend a few days with her boyfriend blow over. If only the dormant water in the air would stop making my skin steam, I'd be super cool about the temporary work partner who refuses to understand emails, no matter how many times I re-write and re-state my message.
Things that Boggle the Mind, so Fly Girl says. In more forgiving weather conditions, I'd have rolled my eyes at such illogic and let it roll off me as if I had a Teflon hide. But, man, when the weather is harsh and the heat is intense, every illogical detail and act sticks to my rashes and itches.
And I'm irritated with myself when I'm irritated.
Can't we all just be robots living in an airconditioned environment?
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