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I feel like cold weather makes the absence and presence of human touch more pronounced. Like when I’m in a hot, sweltering, sticky place like SG I just want “cold” showers and air-conditioning all the time. But in SF my fingers and toes tingle with cold and I relish every hug
I also realize I never appreciated how rough it must be for homeless people in colder places, physically + psychologically. “Left outside in the cold” is a thing I didn’t *understand*. In SG you can lie on the street at 2am in your underwear and it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable
More specifically I also suspect that SF get hornier after dark because the cold makes you lonelier. Just a vibe. At a very primitive level I feel like we need other people more when it’s cold. Or more... stuff (a fire, a coat, a hot drink, whatever - all often aided by others)
Further find myself thinking about @Trevornoah’s joke about how there are no Carribean conquerors (they’re too busy having a good time), and about stories about British and Russian weather, and now I’m curious to learn about the psycho-social world history of culture vs climate
Me in the afternoons: I have never felt so much love in my life
Me at night: I have never felt so alone
Cuddle parties make sense
Co-living makes sense
It’s the cold, silly
Me at night: I have never felt so alone
Cuddle parties make sense
Co-living makes sense
It’s the cold, silly
My Russian and Eastern European friends reading these tweets: *laughs in alcoholism*
