I grew up very rarely drinking water. This is so puzzling to many, but I have a hypothesis. My parents, growing up poor, saw water as the drink of those unable to afford milk. Of course, once we reached a certain age, we were told that milk was no longer needed for growth, leaving us with nothing to drink. See?
When dying of thirst, I do drink things like carbonated beverages or fruit juices. Excepting in restaurants, I can never bring myself to drink water, and if suggested, the prospect seems so distasteful and unsatisfying. Better just to avoid the entire dilemma - I often go most of the day without drinking.
I have one friend who has the same camel-like character. Our shared dislike of drinking water and ability to go long stretches without drinking has been a bond and great source of private jokes.
Today, a water bottle seems to be de rigueur for young people. It is a standard accoutrement - bags are manufactured with mesh holders for water bottles. Observe anyone under 30, and a water bottle is not too far away.
Any good thing is marketed to death. Water and even the concept of drinking itself are the targets of promotion. There are proponents of superhydration, where copious amounts of water are consumed in a day - a gallon or more. Inconceivable to me.
I don't care much for water getting on me either, and there's nothing like an umbrella as a weapon against precipitation. In the suburbs, where transport and shelter is never far away, umbrellas do not have the importance that they do in a city like New York, where walking the streets is the norm. I do like showers, swimming and the beach, but I really dislike getting wet when clothed. It is so obviously repellent to me that I have often been asked, "Do you think that you are going to melt?" To which I always reply, "yes."
So many questions I am asked about my aqueous dislikes. Things I would never have to explain to the Wicked Witch of the West, who shares my feelings about nature's Rain of Terror :)
*It is never clearly explained why the Wicked Witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz is killed by water being dumped on her. There is much speculation, but most who have investigated this question believe that the witch's dryness is what led her to melt when doused with water. The best hint seems to be a passage from the book The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
The Witch did not bleed where she was bitten, for she was so wicked that the blood in her had dried up many years before.
Photo Note: This photo was taken at 50th Street and Lexington Avenue looking northeast.
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