People get mad at the cold. Like the cold is, personally, a dick to them. They take offense.
The cold don't care.
Most of us don't know enough not to go outside with wet hair. I get lucky in that regard.
Cold is whatever, man. I'm just glad we're not having wildfires. Earthquakes. Shootings.
Wrap your fingers around a warm mug. Heat your socks up in front of the heating vent. Hang your towel over the radiator if you have one. But don't be mad about it. The warmth will return. And I will be waiting for it like drought land, ready to be flooded.