Growing up I always had a chunk of phlegm trying to make its way out of my throat. After a certain amount of time I blamed this malady on the air conditioning. I was convinced this man made device made me sick.
Like Dr. Frankenstein with his monster, humanity with its attempts to conquer the weather, literally caused ill effects. I was convinced of this fact to the point where one summer when I had a job where I had to drive around Miami in a van with black seats I still wouldn’t turn on the ac.
When I moved to California with its balmy summers, my embargo was not such a sacrifice. The air conditioning unit in my car stopped working because it never got any run. The wall units in my apartment also never had the opportunity to run up my electric bill. But the temperate weather did soften me. Now that I am back in Miami suffering the oppressive heat, I do not voice as much contempt against air conditioning.
I let the air conditioning run knowing that while my room gets cooler, the globe gets warmer and my throat gets phlegmier.