Panama City Beach 2013Some say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. After walking on the hot sands of Panama City Beach under a blistering sun I think I have another definition of insanity.
Insanity-Baking ones brain and fragile skin under the extreme heat of the Florida sun.
I was down on the beach a earlier today and there was all these people wearing very little clothing baking themselves in the hot Florida sun; I was one of them. I walked down to the ocean which by the way was very beautiful. But after about 25 minutes or so of walking in the sun and surf I decided to hike on back to the cool air-conditioned refuge we were bunking in for the next few days.
As I was crossing the hot white sand of Panama City Beach with my bare feet, burgundy shorts and black cowboy hat I felt the sun baking some wisdom into my brain. I thought to myself, this is how it must feel to cross a barren desert minus the ocean or how Jack Sparrow must have felt when Barbosa left him stranded on a deserted island. It then occurred to me the insanity of it all. Here were all these people of all ages frying themselves under this fiery, merciless, yellow ball of heat. Some were playing games that seemed to me would have been more enjoyable in the shade and others were just lying there soaking up the rays seemingly impervious to the intense heat beating down on them.
I know going to the beach is what we call fun and I write this in fun. But have you ever considered the logic behind subjecting our bodies to the harsh elements for the sake of pleasure. Has society duped people into believing that the unpleasurable experience of baking their brains in the blistering sun is indeed a pleasure that they must experience at the expense of the health of their skin and their pocketbook.
