Tis the season for aircon's and I have broken the seasonal maidenhood of my air conditioners by finally switching one on today.
The verisimilitude of today's incalescence hit me like a wet towel that's been doused in superheated steam before I even stepped out this afternoon.
Bathed in sweat right out of the shower with wet hair clinging to every part of the body and refusing to dry because of humidity and staying wet because of sweat so piteously triggered me that I wanted to cry.
My entire face feels like it'll begin to melt and that I'd end up finding my features in my shoes because everything about me feels liquefied and it doesn't help that this house that is super airy and tremendously ventilated now lets in the kind of heat that I could near poach in what with its extremely soggy characteristic that I feel I shall keep ranting about this entire season.
The problem with fans here and it's not as such an issue with fans as it is with the way they are is that there is no concept of ceiling fans which have the ability to disperse air throughout the entirety of the rooms, instead, there are only table or pedestal fans that project air in a single direction only and the moment you're out of their influence chances are you're suffocating; not to say that fans are any helpful but at least some respite can be had, having said that I do know of people and families who only turn on their air conditioners on the rarest of occasions and even then they don't.
I'd once gone to a house in the previous town I lived in regarding some work and the heat was stifling and imagine my disbelief when on reaching that house I saw the entire family seated on small stool's around a low table with just a couple table fans for company eating watermelon.
Every member was profusely sweating, there was a tower ac in the corner that stayed quietly ignored and it was in that mucky weather of their house that I conducted my business and hated every second of it because I was evidently uncomfortable, saturating my small hand towel with perspiration and not a single person seemed moved by that image. It felt and looked like a penance.
On another occasion, a friend of mine was aghast that the first thing I did on reaching home (again this was in my previous town) was turn on the ac during winter months on the warm setting because the house was well below freezing point and she inquired as to why did I do that? Odd question that but I told her it was cold and she said yes, but it's better to sit with a duvet rolled about your person than turn on the ac, at least that's what most people did (in that town apparently) and then it was my turn to be aghast.
Rest assured my duvet never left the bedroom and doesn't to this day, but yes these are incidents that have happened and they're funny to recall.
And now, as I near finish this post, my room, cool and comfortable in that non-icy pleasant way rather makes me feel like I'm in one of those sanitized laboratories. All experiments are a go go
The verisimilitude of today's incalescence hit me like a wet towel that's been doused in superheated steam before I even stepped out this afternoon.
Bathed in sweat right out of the shower with wet hair clinging to every part of the body and refusing to dry because of humidity and staying wet because of sweat so piteously triggered me that I wanted to cry.
My entire face feels like it'll begin to melt and that I'd end up finding my features in my shoes because everything about me feels liquefied and it doesn't help that this house that is super airy and tremendously ventilated now lets in the kind of heat that I could near poach in what with its extremely soggy characteristic that I feel I shall keep ranting about this entire season.
The problem with fans here and it's not as such an issue with fans as it is with the way they are is that there is no concept of ceiling fans which have the ability to disperse air throughout the entirety of the rooms, instead, there are only table or pedestal fans that project air in a single direction only and the moment you're out of their influence chances are you're suffocating; not to say that fans are any helpful but at least some respite can be had, having said that I do know of people and families who only turn on their air conditioners on the rarest of occasions and even then they don't.
I'd once gone to a house in the previous town I lived in regarding some work and the heat was stifling and imagine my disbelief when on reaching that house I saw the entire family seated on small stool's around a low table with just a couple table fans for company eating watermelon.
Every member was profusely sweating, there was a tower ac in the corner that stayed quietly ignored and it was in that mucky weather of their house that I conducted my business and hated every second of it because I was evidently uncomfortable, saturating my small hand towel with perspiration and not a single person seemed moved by that image. It felt and looked like a penance.
On another occasion, a friend of mine was aghast that the first thing I did on reaching home (again this was in my previous town) was turn on the ac during winter months on the warm setting because the house was well below freezing point and she inquired as to why did I do that? Odd question that but I told her it was cold and she said yes, but it's better to sit with a duvet rolled about your person than turn on the ac, at least that's what most people did (in that town apparently) and then it was my turn to be aghast.
Rest assured my duvet never left the bedroom and doesn't to this day, but yes these are incidents that have happened and they're funny to recall.
And now, as I near finish this post, my room, cool and comfortable in that non-icy pleasant way rather makes me feel like I'm in one of those sanitized laboratories. All experiments are a go go
