The Sun's Gone Rogue

I used to laugh at those overdramatic summer drink ads. You know the ones guy crawling in the desert, shirt stuck to his soul, clutching a straw like it's a lifeline. Dramatic much? I thought so too.  

But oh, the joke’s on me. Because now, it’s giving "Welcome to the Sahara but make it real life."

The sun isn't just hot it's on a full-blown ego trip. Like, why are you attacking us, sir? Calm down. You’re not a spotlight, and we’re not auditioning for Survivor: Planet Earth Edition.

Scene 1: The Meltdown Diaries

I stepped out of my house for 3 minutes. THREE. Came back looking like I ran a marathon through a microwave. My skin said “crispy,” my hair said “humidity horror,” and my soul whispered, “Bro, go back inside.”   

And don’t get me started on the roads tar is basically soup, and the air? Feels like breathing inside a toaster. I swear I saw a crow wearing sunglasses and sipping Glucon-D under a tree. No cap.

Scene 2: The Great Hydration War 

Everywhere I go, people are walking around with giant water bottles like emotional support pets. I saw a guy refill his bottle four times. Hydration isn’t self-care anymore—it’s survival.  

Even my plants are done. I watered them and they looked at me like, “That’s it?” Nature’s giving passive-aggressive.

Scene 3: Reality = Ad but IRL

Remember those ads where the sun’s a grinning cartoon villain sipping cold drinks while humans melt?  

Yeah. That’s real now. Except the sun isn’t smiling.  

It’s just there, blazing silently like it’s mad at all of us, and we’re the snacks. The whole city is living in a hotbox of regrets.

Moral of the meltdown?

Stay inside. Hydrate like your life depends on it (because it kinda does). And if you ever laughed at those exaggerated ads...  

Welcome to the sequel: “Hot Sun – Unfiltered, Unhinged, Unapologetic.”

Plot twist: we’re the extras.

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