PSA
On behalf of my cold-blooded brothers and sisters:
IT’S NOT FUN FOR US, EITHER.
You think we LIKE having to constantly carry a fucking jacket around with us in 100 degree weather just in case whoever we’re with wants to go INSIDE SOMEWHERE? You think I LIKE being made fun of CONSTANTLY for having my space heater on in July because of the fucking a/c?!
And God help us if we FORGET to bring a jacket! We’re fucked! Nobody cares, because chances are, there’s only that ONE person in the group that is so sensitive to cold that it gives them a headache (*raises hand*). You think I like making everyone bitch and moan when I ask to turn the a/c down at D&D because it's RIGHT FUCKING BEHIND ME? Aww, too bad. You’re outnumbered. Fuck you and your pain.
FUCK restaurants and movie theaters. And fuck this shithole office I have to deal with six hours a day, where the only time the air conditioner is anything resembling useful is when it’s actually fucking beautiful outside and everyone but the boss wants the door OPEN, but nobody wants to be “that guy”. And let me fucking tell you, being a goddamn typist that’s sensitive to cold FUCKING SUCKS. I CAN’T FEEL MY GODDAMN HANDS, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TYPE WHEN I CAN’T FEEL MY GODDAMN HANDS? THIS IS SO STUPID.
