Powerless

I've avoided writing about how much I hate summer because it usually does no good and it's early days. Plenty to hate in the months to come. But I thought I would write this because something occurred to me about the issue.

I hate summer because I'm so powerless against it. There is very little I can do to change the situation, outside of turning on some fans. In the winter, I can put on more blankets and more clothes, but there is only so much you can take off during the summer. 

I think part of this powerlessness makes me start to panic, which in turn makes me hotter than I need to be. I think it's something I should try to be aware of and stop when I can.