Worst Kept Secrets

I absolutely love it when it gets really cold. Not because I’m particularly tough, but because those first few days of stupidly low temperatures completely dissolve my social anxiety. It’s the one time of year where I can boldly walk into any interaction and speak with complete confidence that my subject is pertinent and of interest to the listener, and the chances of me seeming weird or out-of-touch go all the way down to zero since I’ve finally got something absolutely risk-free to say that I know will be met with enthusiastic agreement.

So say it with me: “can you BELIEVE how cold it is out there?”