Hot things are awful. Hot weather melts me, hot sun burns my skin. Hot is the worst. I was trying to think of hot things I actually like, and it’s a limited list. I like hot baths. Hot baths are heavenly. I love to slip into a steaming hot tubby and feel all the aches and pains slide out of me, into the water, and down the drain. I suppose the heating pad falls into that same category. Or warm hands gripping my shoulder, elbow, wrist. If heat alleviates pain, then I like it. Otherwise, all things hot are icky.
I like hot tea and coffee, but not really, not how other people do. I let it sit and cool until it’s lukewarm. Same with soup and well, pretty much everything I eat needs to be near room temperature.
Exception: Ice Cream
Because ice cream is one of the best things in the whole wide world, like winter I can eat with a spoon, winter on my tongue, winter in my belly.
I’m supposed to eat cooling foods and I do pretty well with that. Too much pitta, too much yang. Too much heat in my body is no better than too much heat outside it. Maybe that’s what makes me fiery and spirited. It’s definitely what makes my face red.
I live for winter, when I am seldom hot. Love temps 20-50, when it’s good sweater, boot, scarf weather. The coffee and tea cool faster then. It has to be below 20 and windchilly before I’ll complain it’s too cold.
When the furnace goes on the fritz, I bundle up and make do. When the air-conditioning goes out, I get dramatic and lie around pissing and moaning about it.
I have always been this way.
I remember being nine and bein told to go out and play. I remember sassing about how if it was so nice outside, maybe the adults should go out and sweat in it, too, then.
Living at home, I was scolded for having my windows cracked in winter, many, many times.
I love to be cold like other people love to be on the beach with sun and sand. I love to be cold so much that just seeing photos of tropical vacation destinations makes me squirm with unease.
I just love the cold.