One of the most regular phrases I’ve consistently heard from our parents as a child was “Just use a fan” Those several words I grew to dislike with a passion.
Every one of us lived in the southern states, and because of that, the two of us get incredibly warm summers and mild winters.
I can handle the mild winters, but not warm weather. I genuinely dislike warm weather, and unluckily for me, I was born to a family that seemed to be able to tolerate it. Since the cooling bills were so high during the summer time time, our father was incredibly reluctant to use the air conditioner component for more than an hour a day, and even that was a push. Which basically meant that I would get the sweet relief of air conditioning for approximately an hour, before our dad would turn it off. Whenever our dad would turn the Heating and A/C off, I could assume our soul deflate as I listened to it turn off and the cooling breeze stop. When I would complain to our father, he would use those toxic several words. When I protested, he would point towards the sizable box fan in the window and tell myself and others to rest there. He didn’t seem to understand or care of the concept that a fan blowing warm air in your face is not going to do anything. I would consistently tell him that he could provide myself and others a thoUSnd fans, and it still wouldn’t be fantastic enough. Nothing is as fantastic as the actual Heating and A/C system. I have a lot of fantastic memories growing up, but those warm summers are some of our worst memories.