Humidity

I'm from Oregon, where it is perfect. I don't say that to boast, it's just a fact. And part of that perfection includes perfect summers, where it gets a little warm, but rarely humid. While I thoroughly enjoyed that perfection, it didn't really do the best at preparing me for less ideal places. And by less ideal places, I mean anyplace with humidity.

I just don't get it, and in fact, I actively try to forget it. It works well until that first day every summer when I innocently walk outside and slam into a wall of air, thick with moisture clinging to and attacking every inch of me. I'll try to wade through it, even as the swamp air clogs my lungs, choking me, sweat rolling down my face, blinding me, until finally I'm forced into a strategic retreat back in the A/C. I'll see others wandering around outside, and I just don't get how they do it.

I understand heat. You just wear minimal clothing and try to stand in the shade. It's a little unpleasant, but bearable, I do not understand humidity. I assume that there is someway of bearing it, making it less miserable. So far, my only solution is to move back to Oregon. I'm still working on that one.