Humans have that weird skill at adapting to any weather just to the point where it annoys us. A Parisian is as annoyed at 40°F than a Montrealer at -5°F.
And the big secret is that the suffering is only in your head. The physical sensation, you can't change. But you are deciding it is bothering you. And you can change that.
Fuck that noise. I'm going to win the jackpot, buy a small tropical island and never be cold again. That's my idea of heaven: warm and lazy with lots of fishing and swimming.
if you buy your tropical island and never get cold again, you'll find something else to be bothered by. The sun is too bright. The sand is too sandy. The coconuts are too hard to open.
Humans have that weird skill at adapting to any weather just to the point where it annoys us. A Parisian is as annoyed at 40°F than a Montrealer at -5°F.
And the big secret is that the suffering is only in your head. The physical sensation, you can't change. But you are deciding it is bothering you. And you can change that.
Fuck that noise. I'm going to win the jackpot, buy a small tropical island and never be cold again. That's my idea of heaven: warm and lazy with lots of fishing and swimming.
I want to do this, too. Let's go.
if you buy your tropical island and never get cold again, you'll find something else to be bothered by. The sun is too bright. The sand is too sandy. The coconuts are too hard to open.
I'm willing to risk it.