Of Summer Heat and Character

I'd like to complain about the scorching hot days and nights this
summer , and why I, together with the majority of humanity (in my part of the world) get irritated even for the most trivial of matters precisely because the weather is conducive for running amuck.

When its hot, humans of different types and ages, goes mental.

Why is that?? Well, we don't need a rocket scientist to figure that out.
When its hot, we feel uncomfortable, sticky, sweaty, itchy, and me - disoriented.
Now, where was I?
Yep, you got it correct the first time.


But come to think of it, children in Africa endure this kind of weather all the time. At least for us, when it's getting too hot for comfort, we have accessible omnipresent malls for reprieve. (And chest refrigerators too!)

I'm ignorant on this matter but I am guessing they don't have that many a mall (compared to us) to run for cover when the sun is unforgiving.

Probably it's the 'getting-used-to' part, why Africans are in a much better position to withstand this kind of weather.
Good for them. Bad news for us.

I often see them playing basket on one of my nature shows, under the blazing sun and they do it with big smiles plastered on their faces.
They wash their dishes with animal urine in the afternoon and still have the vim, vigor and vitality to sing and dance with their neighbors by the bonfire, come dusk.

They are such happy, positive and wonderful people that - come to think of it - I should be envious of.
I am boredom bonanza. I am the decaying matter of this planet.

The way these people live their lives makes me ashamed to live mine.
The way they carry on with their 'everyday', belittles my take on my 'every week'.

I complain that I don't have enough sleep.
I complain that I don't have enough corn on my Corn and Carrot nibblets from the cafeteria.
I complain that a schmuck just robbed me of his parking space.
I complain that I don't have an iPhone just yet.

I complain that it's too freaking hot and I want my air-conditioning!!
I am the heiress of this Earth and I must be gratified!!


Tsk, tsk. I want to kick myself in the arse.

I just need to visualize my heroes from Africa and I'd be humiliated once again.
I should be ashamed of myself.


Sure, let's complain that its hot and we are melting like the ice caps, if that'll make you feel a tad bit better, but hey, don't take it out on other people.

Don’t take it out on animals (which now scurries out of your way because they're used to seeing your feet when you kick their hide.)

Don't take it out on traffic enforcers, when they can't let you pass through just yet (You need to wait for your turn. You are not God). Most of them are out there on the streets, waving their weary arms - rain or (burning hot sun) shine. They're humans too, you know.
Pay them a little respect. Abide by the traffic rules, if you can.

And please, if you want to complain about the heat, do just that.
Don't make up lame excuses for your lack of character.

Dig? Good.


I went off tangent there again. It's becoming a vicious hobby. I told you this heat is disorienting.

'Lemme just adjust my air conditioning, m'kay?

Image on the right courtesy of Flickr.com, TreyReynolds