What's your name? Butch. What does it mean? I'm an american honey, our names don't mean shit.
That is a quote from Pulp Fiction, which I just recently rewatched and rediscovered it's awesomeness. Also that quote could not be more true. I cannot tell you how many times people have asked me the meaning of either my first or my last name. And when I say, I don't know or nothing, they think that's crazy or when I explain that my last name is also a verb and describe it to them, they are horrified that my last name is similar to french fry. Horrified.
Anyways, turns out I've been living a pretty cushy life. With the 'cold' season coming to an end I'm remembering all the things I had forgotten about the heat when I first arrived. So many things I had forgotten and so much I wish I had appreciated more about the 'cold' season.
Here are some uncomfortable, sticky things I forgot about the heat:
- Neck sweat
- Never being able to sleep well
- Waking up in the middle of the night and drinking half a liter of water
- Never going to the bathroom
- Waking up in the morning and feeling like you wet the bed, you're so sweaty
- Staying up super late until your really tired, showering and then sleeping before you dry off and get hot again
- Always being thirsty
- Leaving sweat stains on my pants when I rest my arms on them, or cross my legs
- Watching my neighbors get wasted after drinking one beer becuase they are so dehydrated.
- Feeling like spiders are crawling on my legs and then realizing it's just sweat dripping from my knee pits.
Good news is however, that it's starting to be mango season, and I cannot describe to you how delicious mangoes are here. I plan on eating at least one every single day for the next three months. What's that? Yes I know that also means I'll have diarrhea for three months, but it's 100 percent worth it.
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