Mar 18, 2009 15:28
This is the third day of 70 degree weather in Cinci. A lot of people may love that--it's sunny! It's warm! It's spring.
I hate spring. I hate sunny weather.
It's not that I'm a grump (well, okay, I am); it's a total self-protection thing on my part. Despite my Native American grandfather and half-NA grandmother, I'm pale. "Ghostlike" doesn't quite do it justice. I actually glow in low light, I'm so pale. Apparently, I got my complexion from the Irish side of my family.
Now only do I have to wear ultra-strong sunblock whenever I go outside during summer or spring, I can't stay out for long periods of time. My eyes don't process light correctly (due to a bout of iritis a few years back)--they don't dilate and contract the way they should. So being in sunlight is excruciating on my eyes and gives me migraines.
And, because of my skin, I'm really susceptible to sun poisoning. Not just the whole turning-red-and-itchy thing; no, I'm the person who goes outside for a few minutes and passes out.
This has happened a number of times now. I've done it at a music festival. At a tennis tournament (about four times at the Cinci Open, actually), at amusement parks...you name it, if it involves staying outside during spring or summer, I've probably passed out doing it. I have to be very careful to minimize my time in direct sunlight, and to cover as much skin as I can when I am outside.
So for me, spring sucks. Sunny, warm weather just means I'm stuck inside until the sun goes down.
Of course, if I'm stuck inside, I can get some writing done...