It's Tough Being Cold

The hot people always win.

This is a very true fact, stick with me while I explain

I was blessed (cursed?) with a body that is cold All. The. Time.

I’ve joked that anything under than 75 degrees is normally cold for me, and while that may sound ridiculous, it is somewhat true.

And somewhat painful.

I blame it on my mother. She is always cold and I inherited this trait from her.

However she did teach me to always bring a jacket with me, wherever I might go.

Movie theaters and restaurants tend to keep their thermostat on a mild 25 degree Fahrenheit.

And don’t even get me started on grocery stores. I have been known to change clothes just for a grocery trip.

A parka and thermal underwear are appropriate grocery shopping attire.

And that is what I would wear if I owned those items.

Anyways, I say all of this to say that people look at me like I am a crazy-woman when I say am cold.

Now I know that post yesterday about my fear of wooden spoons may prove that I am indeed a crazy-woman. I’m ok with you thinking I’m crazy because the touch of a wooden spoon makes me want to cry. But please do not think I am crazy because I am cold natured. I have heard the following statements my whole life.

And by whole life I mean since meeting my darling husband.

“Its not that cold”

“You need to toughen up”

“You think THIS is cold?!?!”

And so on and so on.

I do have a reason for all of this rambling and I will get on with it.

Why is it that when people are cold they are looked at like they have no sense, but then when somebody says they are hot we go to every measure possible to make them comfortable?

I can’t tell you how many times this has happened to me. I will be in the corner freezing my pretty little butt off when somebody says the three words I dread to hear: “I am hot.”

I dread those words as much as a person dreads a rerun of their favorite TV show.

When somebody says they are hot people scramble to make them comfortable. They turn down the heat. They turn on a fan. They ask them “are you better now?” “is it cooler?” As if it is their one goal in life to make sure that person is never hot again.

Meanwhile I am in the corner wrapped up in a Snuggie, seeking out what looks to be the warmest spot in the room, praying that just an ounce of heat would head me way.

Its miserable I tell ya.

It seems that nobody cares about the cold people of the world.

Which is why I am writing this. I want to come to the defense of all of my fellow “cold natured” friends out there.

We have to stick together and tell those bullies that are hot all the time that they just need to “toughen up”.

And I have no idea why I put myself in the corner in all of these scenarios. Apparently being cold is equal to spending time in a corner.

And I’m pretty sure we all agree nobody puts Baby in a corner, even if she is cold.

Yes I went there. I couldn't let that many references to a corner slide without the best line from a movie of all time.