It's just too wet...

I possess an amazing body. It is so amazing that it starts to annoy me by this time of my life.

Of course I am talking about my ability of perspiration. This summer, the distance between my usual air-conditioned rooms and buildings increased so much, that by the time I finally get into one of them, my shirt are already medium well-done by my disgusting body fluid. The salty water spouts out from my body whenever they see the chance, which is abundant at every corner after my happiness: like the heavenly swimming pool I go at lunch time is companied by the hellish changing room, the beautiful campus I am now working at has to be reached from a crowded burning tunnel. So, I developed this fear at first, fear of still air, fear of shirt, fear of unsettlement but the fear itself is even more unsettling. The only thing can balance it back, is moving to the opposite, to the other extreme.

This is my body, I can't stop sweating. I already accepted this heart-breaking truth since I was 18. But now, I have to fight back! I train! I train to embrace the sensation of the ultimate cold! I train to enjoy the calmness of freezing air, let it touches the skin and bones.

The comfortableness is never the solution, we live in and by the conflicts.