I Hate Tan Lines

Today’s post won’t be terribly long. I have a few ideas for next week, but this week has been pretty boring. I wish I could write about the adventures I face at work, but sadly I think it’s in bad taste. Kids camp never seems to be a dull job. I’ve been spending so much time in the sun because of my work. I’m outside all day, and most of it should be considered sunbathing. I don’t know if it’s always been a thing or not, but I don’t understand why people tan. It seems to me in the last few years, people live to go and cook themselves under the sun's harsh rays. I really don’t get it. As a Filipino descendant, I naturally get very tan. I go from a nice olive skin tone in the winter, and I progressively get darker through the year. The summertime is when I really get cooking, though, obviously. I’ve never liked being tan. I hate tan lines. Golf gives you the most horrendous tan lines. If I could stay my winter color, I’d take that all day long. I really hate those tan lines. I try to fix them during work, but no matter what, nothing changes. I’ve also never used sunscreen. I never get burnt. I see people putting oils on themselves nowadays. What the fuck? I really don’t understand harming yourself and risking cancer like that. If it was only adults or teenagers doing it, I’d still think it's weird, but there are ten-year-olds at the Country Club doing it now. I guess I’ll stay in my shitty farmer tan lane and keep my mouth quiet. That is usually the best way to go about things. Happy Fourth of July! God bless our troops, God bless our corn, and God fucking bless America! Also, happy Wednesday!