Calm Down, Ladies. Cold is Coming.
Hey World,
So I woke up this morning, made coffee and logged onto Facebook. Much to my surprise, I was greeted with a plethora of statuses that all said something to the effect of: “loooove the fall weather!”. I was thrilled when I went outside and felt a definite chill in the air. Fall is on it’s way.
This happy feeling lasted all the way to the MARTA station, it lasted through a train full of questionable-smelling individuals, it even lasted when some tool in a sweater vest bumped into me with his ego and made me spill some of my coffee. It lasted all the way to campus, when I saw it. For some reason there are an abundance of girls who think that the slightest fall breeze means that it’s time to jump straight into their fave color North Face fleece and Ugg boots.
Why is it that some people are unable to differentiate cold from kind of a little chilly? Are there really some people who look at the weather and think that anything under 75 degrees calls for suiting up for the tundra?
Or are these people so excited to put on a jacket that every single other person has (oh, but your color is special) that they are simply unable to wait another instant to put it on once again? They rise each morning of the summer, glance at their North Face sitting cold and alone in their closet and longingly and sigh, “Till we meet again, sweet North Face. Till we meet again”.
Now I am pretty sure that there is a step in between a tank top and mountain climbing gear.
xoxo,
C