For the A to Z challenge this year here at Laughing at Life 2 I am exploring bizarre fears from my sarcastic point of view. Today's fear is Frigophobia the fear of cold.
Frigophobia is described as a persistent and unwarranted fear of coldness despite the understanding of the phobic individual that there is no danger of it. Sufferers tend to bundle up in warm clothes and blankets regardless of the ambient air temperature. Now, as a man, when I read that I automatically think that every woman I have ever known is a frigophobe.
I have been hot and uncomfortable from the moment I began co-habitating with women. And I've been stuck that way because no matter how hot I am the thermostat is off limits because she has two pairs of socks on and a blanket and swears that she's cold. Even though there is no possible way that she can be. But now, cue the light bulb, it all makes perfect sense. She must have gotten cold one time and is terrified that one day she might feel that way again.
I have the opposite feeling. I HATE to be hot. My Grandpa, a wise old man, always said you can put on more clothes, but you can only take off so much. I can't function when I'm hot. I can't sit still when I'm hot, I can't sleep when I'm hot, and I sure as hell can't be nice when I'm hot. All I actually can manage to be when I'm hot is a big 'ol whine baby.