By now most people are aware of my intense fear of the sun. When outdoors I generally sport a giant brimmed hat and long-limbed clothing. I dislike the beach and prefer to be outdoors in the shade of a tree or other giant shady feature. Mr. Burns’ sun-blocking panel in the Simpsons seemed like a great idea to me. Whenever I do step out - it’s sunblock city - face - ears - neck etc. And I’m a hairy guy - so application is anything but simple.
But lets move on…
Why this strange fear? I’m convinced sun-burns are actually a terrorist plot to disrupt our way of life in North America. CNN told me so.
Seriously though, am I someone who hates all stars? Or am I racist and only dislike the yellow ones? How about fusion-reaction-disgust? Actually, I bet the super-giant Betelguese would never want to burn my skin… I guess I’m okay with that one.
It’s obvious that my mental instability plays a large part in my sun-fear, yet I do recall getting a horrible sunburn as a child. The camp counselors at a YMCA day camp marched me porter-style in the sun all day without re-applying the coating of sunblock my mother had covered me in before leaving that morning. Yikes - have to get back on track agan…..
As a result of the phobia, I rarely tan and never recieve a sunburn (e.d. Three years ago I recieved a mild burn from an irresponsible act of snorkeling in the Dominican republic but otherwise I’ve been burn-free). Until Monday.
I admit, I was somewhat distracted by skirt-wearing female tennis professionals coupled with a very deceptive overcast sky - and I burned a small part of my arms. I am ashamed and apalled at my lack of protection.
At least I got some good photos. But you can’t see them yet.
Mabye tomorrow, that is, if I don’t lose my arm from this sunburn.