• ashok36@lemmy.world
    2·
    4 months ago

    Just wait a few minutes and some family will post up next to you, turn on their speaker playing terrible music, and immediately fuck off to the water leaving you to stew in their “best of alt country 2003-2007” Playlist.

  • ArbitraryValue@sh.itjust.worksEnglish
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    5 months ago

    Beach trips were lots of fun back when I was 10 and I enjoyed playing in the water with the other kids, but they’re not very interesting now that I’m an adult who doesn’t particularly like swimming. (I’d rather be somewhere air-conditioned.) At least I do swim - I don’t understand people who come to the beach without any intention of getting into the water.

    • Neato@ttrpg.networkEnglish
      1·
      5 months ago

      Just had a weeklong beach vacation. We sat on the beach once for about half an hour before the sun was too much. We mostly just took morning and evening walks on the beach. We’re not really swimmers either, which was good because the surf was fucking lethal pretty much every day. Once day the waves were reaching the dunes and pooling past the high-tide line. Kids were constantly swimming and it was incredibly dangerous. I think most days were red flag and the “nice” ones were yellow.

      The beach is pretty awful these days and we aren’t even that far south.

    • Capitao_Duarte@lemmy.eco.br
      1·
      5 months ago

      Particularly, I don’t like beaches exactly for that. All of those, for me, are more pleasant in a cool weather. I don’t like sand nor heat.

      So I just don’t go to the Beach.

      I could stay HOURS in a cold place while looking to the trees in a distance. I’ve done it and felt amazing

  • [email protected]@sh.itjust.works
    1·
    5 months ago

    A fun beach trip requires three people at minimum. Seeing all of those couples “enjoying” their beach trips, stewing in a salty bath of denialism just makes me so sad. It’s like, accept your misery already.

    /j because this is lemmy

  • jpreston2005@lemmy.world
    0·
    4 months ago

    My last beach vacation day went a lot like this. I got there, rented a lounge chair, carried the burdensome weight trudging through the shifting sand down to a suitable location away from anyone else. Unfolded said chair confusedly, it had a sun shade attachment that was supposed to, like, hover over your head, but mine kept slipping and just whamming me in the face. Including every time I tried to sit up, it’d get a nice whack to the forehead from the metal rod.

    I tried to read, but the blinding sun made the pages just a tad darker than it’s surface. It was so hot, that it took deliberate effort to calm myself to the point where I wasn’t just sweating, and panting the heat away.

    Took all of about an hour until I was officially “over it.”