in my office, we never turn on the lights.
you see, we have this perfectly lovely window. it's an ingenious invention, if you haven't heard of one. it's like a magical portal to free, healthy lighting.
consulting a map by my hostel window in portland
when people flip the dreaded light switch, causing me to be bathed in a sea of yellow haze and deathly hallows, it's like a wicked witch of the west scene up in here.
you know, the shrieking and melting. not the parts about being green. and nobody takes my broom. and i actually don't have a flying monkey to my name. but maybe i should get one?
the point is, i detest electric lighting. i put off using it as long as possible every day, i.e. it must be pitch black before i even consider it. there are few things i loathe more than when i'm reading a book in a perfectly sunlit room and someone walks in and flips on the dreaded yellow lights.
*cue the melting*
do you have feelings on this? or am i the only one who will list light bulbs as a pet peeve?
sorry, thomas edison. it's nothing personal. vitamin D for the win.