I don’t know why I hate the cold so much.
I grew up in Michigan. I remember below zero temperatures and multiple feet of snow on the ground. I remember winter seeming to last seven whole months because it would snow on Halloween and it would snow on my brother’s birthday in late May.
I should have developed a tolerance for the cold.
There’s a chance I did, but I subconsciously refuse to acknowledge it.
Cold weather is like spicy food: I know that the level I can tolerate is so weak compared to most people; and I know that I could handle much worse because a lot of it is simply mind over matter.
For reference: anything below 70°F is cold to me, and anything spicier than mild salsa is hot to me.
What’s interesting - and don’t tell my friends this - is that when I start to feel cold in 60° weather, occasionally I’ll just tell myself it’s not so bad and then I don’t feel cold anymore. The same goes for this habanero pepper sauce I have in my fridge; I’ll just tell myself that spiciness is all in my head and then I can handle it just fine.
People give me such a hard time about cold weather. I’ll react when we step outside, and they reply with the trite retorts “aren’t you from Michigan?” “It’s not that cold!” “I’m from [place where it snows], this is nothing!” They also judge me when I’m wearing a scarf and earmuffs in 50-something° weather.
I get away with the spice thing, though. I think it’s because I’m white. A friend brought over chips and salsa for movie night at my apartment. He got whatever that really common brand of salsa is at the store (the one in the squat glass jar with the green lid). When I opened the salsa, I saw that it said “MEDIUM” in bold letters on the label. He noticed it at the same time as me and started apologizing. I hadn’t even said anything about it, I didn’t react to it. He simply saw the spice-level if the salsa and felt compelled to apologize to me about it.
I laughed it off so he didn’t feel bad.
Then I ate some of it because spice is mind over matter.
And I ate some plain chips to combat the insane capsaicin assault on my tongue.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s like 54° outside and I really wish spring would get sprung already.
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