Subtle ways to complain about the warm weather you begged for when it was cold
I think we can all agree that it's way too hot outside. The temperature is so overbearing that it's impossible to leave an indoor space without immediately becoming the shape and texture of a wet bar of soap. But think back to January. Bleak. Frozen. Grey. As you sat in your apartment, zipped up in your winter coat, wrapped in a quilt, sipping on a coffee that had gone from boiling to tepid in less than 10 seconds, did your heart not cry out for a nice toasty day? Like the one you are currently suffering through?!
BUSTED. It totally did. If you're anything like me, you hate being a hypocrite but you love complaining. Here are some subtle ways to complain about the warm weather you begged for back when it was cold.
You know what I've been thinking about lately? Crisp, cool, refreshing winter air. No reason.
Remember when a breeze used to mean something? That was wild.
Lately, I am just hating Sunday. Can't put my finger on why.
THROUGH CRYPTIC TWEETS:
Winter's Bone is a great film. Largely because of parts of the title.
WEATHER OR NOT? I'd pick not.
I wish ICY HOT power gel just had the icy option.
I have seen
that were in the icebox
I was definitely
wishing to be
they were cold
and so cold
I did grasp once/ that which I disdained / I now clasp once / f**k summer
Roses are red / Violets are blue / Icicles are lovely / And also see-through
WHILE CONSUMING LIQUIDS:
Hot chocolate … hmph. As if I needed to be reminded about heat right now!
I don't know if I'd call that a tea cup. It seems pretty muggy.
Summers-by? No thanks. Oh ... it's Somersby? Still, no thanks.
USING INSTAGRAM CAPTIONS:
TBT remember when Thursday was Brrrrr-sday?
Arendelle looking like a pretty nice place to live rn. Wish it wasn't fiction #frozen
Here is a nice photo of my fish. It is nice because my fish lives in a temperature controlled climate, and I do not. No, I do not.
VIA MUSICAL CHOICES:
Really into Coldplay right now
Informer is such an underrated song. The song by Snow.
Beyonce continues to sleigh. Sorry, slay. Speaking of sleighs, remember winter?
BY RENAMING SUMMER MONTHS:
August? More like Eggnoggust. Haha, I wish. Oh boy do I wish.
July? More like YOU LIE ABOUT ENJOYING THIS SUNSHINE DON'T EVEN PRETEND.
June? More like I miss the spring and leaving my house in a light jacket.
Anyway, I wanted to end this article with something quippy, but it's tooooooooooooooooo hot to think.