Sometimes happens to me that when I don't have anything else to talk about with the person I'm with I start (or the other person) to talk about the weather.
I figured I could apply this to my writing: I don't have anything else to write so I will write about the weather. Actually it's not a bad thing to write about the weather. It's autumn. Summer is long gone... if it in fact we had summer...
It's amazing how you can adapt to the environment. Not only humans can do this, during the Industrial Revolution, an species of butterfly changed color adapting to the new environment. Like that butterfly I too adapted to the environment. I think I knew it all along that I was going to end up in Estonia because the first time I came to Europe was winter and I chose Norway... fucking cold and fucking dark!
I'm going to fast forward from Norway to Czech. I'm living in lovely Prahaha (not a typo error) and from what I heard it was one of the coldest winters in many years. Average temperature was between -15ºC and -10ºC with some days a bit colder. Felt colder due the fact that I had to stand completely naked in front of art students drawing my boney body. Poland was also fucking cold but I had a lot of sex making it alright.
I was back in Europe and left Estonia in the beginning of autumn. I was now leaving in Berlin. I've gotten used to the weather so well that in november I was still wearing havaianas outside. Early november at least.
So I said I can adapt. The other night I went for a walk and I thought the weather was "chilly". It was -2ºC. What the hell happened to me!? That was the first negative so far and it will only get colder (and darker). Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, I'm just pointing out that I'm used to this kind a weather.
The reason why I don't gain weight is because I have a fast metabolism...
