Who doesn't love a good vacation? Sitting on a sun-soaked beach, sipping Mai-Tais, sporting a floppy straw hat and oversized sunglasses...not me.
I realized in my old age that, despite the cultural norm, I don't like the beach. When I was very young, my mom would apparently take us to Ocean City, Maryland often (I say apparently because I honestly don't remember ever going with my family). I've been to Ocean City, New Jersey a handful of times (thanks to the family of a very dear high school friend) and had an amazing time, but my amazing time never had anything to do with the actual beach.
You see, I'm a very pale person. So pale that no brand makes makeup that works with my skin tone except the Halloween ones. And beaches? You know what they mean? Sunblock. My ghost-white complexion of course sunburns easily. I only use two types of sunblock that exist because I have gotten burned through every single other brand. And maybe you lovely olive-skinned goddesses out there don't understand this, but sunblock is really, really, REALLY annoying. It clogs up your skin and makes you feel like you're wearing a trashbag that's suction cupped to your body. Add sand and you've got your self a gritty trashbag body suit.
Beaches? I'll pass. Give me a dark room and some video games and my vacation is set.
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