I hate the sun.
My brother has referred to me as “night walker” before. (Which sounds too much like street walker for my liking.) Back before we had kids, Jaos and I would sleep half the day and stay up half the night. Ahhh, those were the days…
Okay here is my reasoning for hating the sun. 1) my skin is about as pale as they come. My skin does not like the sun. I freckle, burn and peel, repeat. I refuse to tan, or use self tanner. Whats the point, why should I damage my skin so that I look darker to please others? The way I see it, when I am 50 maybe my skin will have minimal sun damage. Others who tan, tan, tan may be in the depths of deep sun worshipper regret. 2) its just too damn bright! Going outside right now, I am blinded for the first 10 minutes. My eyes cant take it. And 3) its so fucking hot. I hate being hot.
Of course I may be rationalizing all this just to make myself feel better about my hatred of the sun.