From time to time I will be walking outside and there will actually be a sun shining. I love these days. They tend to bring with them a smell of fire from some distant land (or whatever) and that makes me smile. It reminds me of camping, which in turn, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Except, well, it doesn’t. See, a shining sun doesn’t necessarily equal warm weather. So while I may smile and feel momentarily content, I don’t suddenly feel an interior warmth. I’m generally just as cold as I was a moment prior, wishing I possessed a ski mask.
And as to a sense of fuzziness, well that’s just downright odd. Why should I feel fuzzy inside? The thought of one’s insides being even remotely fuzzy makes me think they must be molding. And to be molding, I should hope one would be dead first. And as I am not dead, I would have to say I have never experienced a fuzzy feeling in my intestines…or organs…or any other interior bodily area… I do however often experience a strong sense of nostalgia.
So having come to this conclusion, I feel I can never again use such a ridiculous phrase as “warm and fuzzy”. Therefore, I shall henceforth say I feel contented and nostalgic . Yes, I think that’s much more appropriate and gives a more accurate description of my state of being. I mean really, fuzzy?
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