Today, a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to go to the beach with her and a few others. Besides the fact that I have summer school, I despise the beach. I actually liked the beach when I was younger. It was when I grew a brain that I discovered that it wasn't all it was cut out to be. I'd rather go take a cold shower.

The cool wind, the white sands, the soothing sound of waves hitting the shore, the warm California sun toasting your body, the salty smell of the wide Pacific.. They're all horrible. Yes, horrible.

First off, the salt water gets on your body. And once you go into the water, you must STAY in the water. If you step out for an hour, the water evaporates. And thanks to the mass of salt atoms, what's left to crust on your body? Good 'ol sodium chloride. It's a disgusting feeling.

Then, the sun. What the heck is its problem? All.. bright.. and.. stuff. Sunscreen doesn't help. No ma'am. All it manages to do is attract sand to stick onto my body. Which, by the way, is not pleasant. And for a week after you come back, you peel. And peel. And PEEL. Last time I went to the beach, I was peeling stuff the size of Delaware off my chest for days.

The worst part about the beach: the sand. What's up with that, anyway? It seems to get into everything and everywhere. It somehow finds its way into your nose. And ears. And.. other.. places. Plus, when you're about to leave, you have to go wash all the sand off with the water. Then, you realize as you're walking back to your car, the sand re-sticks to your now-wet feet. Curses. Then, the salt, the first effects of sunburn, and the sand all combine forces to make the ride home like an "Oprah" marathon.

Plus, I don't feel like driving 45 whole minutes to get to the beach. If my kids ever want to go to the beach, I'll buy them an ice cream bar and tell them to shut up.

Note: After hearing my point of view, my friend decided she didn't want to go to the beach anymore.

Written by jihwan at 07:56 PM. Filed under Rants.

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