things kevin hates

I almost titled this post “when you get sunburn on the back of your neck.” Then I realized that I don’t hate it when you get sunburn on the back of your neck. In fact, I find it mildly humorous. There’s nothing like seeing someone with a sunburn and rubbing their face in the guilt of their careless behavior. Or just slapping them on a nice big patch of red skin.

But I do hate it when I get a sunburn on the back of my neck. Most other sunburns, I don’t mind too much. Sure, I’ve got an annoying sock tan, the occasional red nose or cheeks, and so forth, but nothing is as troublesome as the back of the neck. No matter how much sunscreen you put there it’s bound to sweat off. And even if it’s not a terrible burn, the heat just radiates from your neck for the next few days. And that is a very bad thing in the middle of a hot summer, because there’s nothing you can do to cool off once that happens. You step out of the shower and by the time you dry off you’re sweating. You walk from your front door to your car and you’re sweating. It’s bad enough living through a New Orleans summer under any circumstances, and it’s just torture when the back of your neck is sunburned. And you always feel that you should have been able to prevent it, so you get an icky guilty feeling, too. You know that feeling when you don’t brush your teeth before you go to bed and you wake up the next morning and your mouth feels so disgusting? That’s guilt. It’s the same thing with a sunburn. And it’s terrible.