Curse my Genes

I can’t stop sweating. Even when I’m not warm I sweat. I have also noticed that the only part of me that sweats is my face. I think it’s a combination of genes and my hair. I mean it’s like wearing a toque – ALL THE TIME. I’m considering shaving my head and buying a wig just like a lot of the women here. People stare at me anyway, why not let them stare at a white girl in a black woman’s wig...it will either be truly offensive or really funny! Even today I’m sweating and I’m cold. It’s blissfully cold today actually. COLD. It rained all night. And although the sun is gone and it’s grey and gloomy outside, at least it’s cold. I actually have a chill. It’s so pleasing to me that I can’t get the smile off my face. Oddly enough, even though the morning was cool, I still got sweaty walking to work. So the whole way I was thinking, hmm, maybe if I shave my head it will help. Maybe that’s the solution. Yeah, shave my head. But then I thought wait, my dad is sans hair and he still seems to sweat. DAMN, that means it’s not my hair. It’s my genes. Curse my genes.

Speaking of jeans. They are like a uniform here. EVERYONE wears jeans, all the time. I’m absolutely fascinated by it. I mean how in this heat does one wear jeans??? All I can think about when I see a person in jeans is how sweaty their legs must be. Maybe they are made of some secret material blend here that is actually cooler than wearing light cotton or linen pants. I’ve asked a girl at work to take me shopping for some jeans. I figure I have to at least try. I mean clearly they know something I don’t know. So as they say, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.