I like the cold. I just prefer it over the heat. I prefer winter over summer. Cold drinks over hot drinks. Cold is good for numbing areas for pain relief.

I’ve always just chalked it up as me being warm blooded or at least having good blood circulation that my limbs never feel cold to the touch.

Cold drinks are refreshing. Not to knock your coffees and hot cocoas. I just prefer something cold even in the winter instead of something warm or hot.

Summer has its perks. Swimming. Nice weather. You can do things you normally can’t in winter. I’ve always liked cold or cool weather. Do I love spring and fall too? I sure do.

Why? I’ll put it this way. If I do feel cold I can always layer on the clothing or blankets. Heat? Not so much. You can only go down to your birthday suit. Sure you can cool off by taking nice cold showers. Swim. Splash water in your face and stand in front of a fan. Those feelings are nice relief from the heat. But the keyword being relief.

I suppose one could argue if you pile on the clothes you are relieving yourself of the cold but warmth from the cold implies something else. That something is the bigger reason why I love the cold.

Imagine sitting in your bedroom. It’s cold because the heat isn’t on but you have a nest of blankets and pillows. Why not just nestle in the bed and wrapped yourself in those covers? Your face may be cold a little because you didn’t put your face under the covers but that’s to better feel the difference in temperature. Surrounded by fabric. It’s comforting. A feeling not necessarily associated with cooling off. No. It feels like a hug.

Sure it’s technically your body heat being trapped under the covers and that it’s not another human being sharing their warmth but who thinks about that under the covers? Not me of course.

You see, I’m a very lonely person. I take what I can get. When you’re starved for affection or touch you can almost cry when someone even places a hand on your shoulder. If you are cold the better to feel the warmth. If you were warm or hot all over a touch wouldn’t feel the same if you’d feel it at all.

Cold allows me to feel comfort that I otherwise don’t really feel in my day to day. I don’t get hugs. I don’t get cuddles. No smooches, no massages, no caresses or embraces. No handholding, no tickling, or even handshakes.

It’s ironic to like cold because warmth feels so much better.

But I’m just so lonely.

You couldn’t love me without feeling pity. Nobody likes a depressed person. It’s a vicious cycle. I’m sure you know how it goes.

But if pity is all I can get... well I guess I’ll take that too if you are selling. I’ll feel guilty and stupid for buying but you know what they say. Misery loves company. I love the cold too.