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  • My current roommate just showed me how to turn the heat on in my room. It is January, of the coldest winter in many years. I have been very cold for the last few months. I have had a hard time waking up, started showering twice a day, drink more than five cups of hot somethings, and never worn less than two layers indoors. I changed my sheets to flannel, and lined my duvet with fleece. I changed my curtains, and lit candles. My coworker even lent me his space heater. And it all makes sense, right; I’ve been living without heat in my room – so of course, I’ve been freezing cold.

    Self-doubt. Why didn’t I realize that it really was cold, in an absolute way, as opposed to coming to the conclusion that I just thought it was cold. Temperature should be one of the more concrete variables, right? I explained it away by blaming my evolution, and my wistfulness for warmer climates. I convinced myself that there were too many holes in my sweaters, and that my socks were too thin.

    It’s incredible what we can make ourselves believe.
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