35 degrees and it’s just the beginning. I can’t understand how anyone can be outside by their own will like this (unless you’re forced to work in those conditions, construction workers and similar).

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    115 months ago

    The fact that you need to spray yourself with water because your body isn’t able to cope with the temperature on its own isn’t maddening to you? I mean you do you, that weather is just really really annoying to me.

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      5 months ago

      I’d much rather be hot than cold. I hate the cold. I hate being bundled up just to go outside, and never feeling warm all winter long. But I grew up where it was regularly 112 (44.44 C) degrees outside. I love going swimming, and being nice and warm when I’m working or playing outside. I do not like hot and humid combined though. Hot and arid is perfectly fine for me. Now I live where it’s pretty cold, and they have heat advisories when it’s over 85 (29.44 C) and I just chuckle at how sensitive to heat the locals are, and enjoy myself.

      PS, how accurate should I be when quoting Celsius? Do I use decimals? If so, to what accuracy?

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        25 months ago

        I do agree, hot and arid is bearable, or at least more bearable. I think part of this discussion is that places that tend to be cooler will get humid when it gets hot so people living there hate the heat doubly so?

        As for the celcius precision: Full degrees is fine we don’t do decimals either. One degree difference is still not really noticeable, a few degrees are definitely noticeable.

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          Thanks! I’ll drop the decimals then.

          Yeah man, 95 F (35 C) is unbearable when it’s humid. I ran a 10k once in Florida when it was 85 F (29 C) and 85% humidity, and I thought I was literally going to die. I couldn’t cool off, and I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t stop running, or I’d lose the race. I was young, so the idea of losing the race instead of dying was inconceivable to me, winning was the only option. I didn’t win, but I did get 2nd place, which is pretty good considering I wasn’t accustomed to that weather. I didn’t die either, which was nice.