Mental Tropicalism
16.05.25
I don't want to live in a tropical world. To live under the sweltering heat is to be oppressed. Ironically, there is a slowness to heat. I feel mentally slow in the heat. It steals my energy, my focus, my sweat. It's disgusting. There is something oppressive about heat that must be overthrown.
Heat is a distraction. I want to forget about the outside world and live in my two-dimensional fantasy machine. I do not like to be bothered. I want to focus on my fantasy machine and live in it. The issue is that heat will pull me out of my world and annoy me. I do not have a huge problem with heat because I live indoors where I'm blessed by air conditioning.
A warm summer afternoon under the sun is disgusting to me. What kind of people actually enjoy that? I'll tell you: the gregarious fun-havers. There is a kind of sociability that comes with this warmness. We say that someone is warm when they are friendly and affectionate, and we say that someone is cold when they are unhappy and unfriendly.
I don't care for the tropical world. I don't care for relaxation or sociability. I love the cold. There is something very comfortable about the cold. I'm productive when I'm cold and alone. Cold people leave me alone, and they are less touchy. They remain at a distance while warm people want a closeness that I reject. Other people have a tropical mindset.
When you are cold, you put on layers. When you are warm, you relax in the shade. I want to live protected by layers. I want to focus on my work, living unbothered by the coolness. I have no need for lying in the shade. I have work that I want to do, so I put on the layers and get back to work.
"Stay frosty" was military slang for stay alert, and I think about how alertness declines in the heat. In the cold, I am focused, alert, hard-working, alone, and chill. I am against mental tropicalism.