Static is really annoying. Like super duper annoying. I hate humidity but sometimes staticity is just so much worse. Is staticty a word? It feels like it is. I mean, it sounds science-y enough, right? Fuck it, for the sake of this rambling inner monologue it's a word.
So like, let me tell you about some of this bullshit with static.
LA is a dry city. I know, I know, we're on the coast and do have some super humid days, especially where I live in Santa Monica. And like, my roommates and I always bitch and moan about how wet it is and how our clothes and towels never seem to dry properly and oh man my room that we jokingly call a boat sometimes really does feel like a boat because it's got this like, moist (ew, ew, ew, I hate that word but I can't think of any other way to describe it) feel all the time.
Otherwise, for the most part this town is seriously dry.
Right now I am wearing this silk shirt and I'm having some serious cling issues. And my hair is all dry and nasty and stringy and it sort of looks like I maybe got my finger stuck in an electric socket earlier this morning. And don't even get me started on my skin and what this dry climate is doing with that. Let me just tell you this: not cool. I can tell it's going to be one of those days where I am hyper aware of staticity and cling location (for example I just looked down and my shirt's clinging all weird and I've got an inappropriate amount of boobage happening which is also just not okay for the workplace) and I'm just going to be annoyed all day long. UGH MY LIFE IS SO HARD.
My life is not hard, like, AT ALL. But static is just really annoying and it's really fucking dry out and I'm over it and think I could probably use a few days in a miserable humid place like Florida to remind me how much I love dryness. You know?