Sarcastically British

Relevant to nothing, I shall begin my rant. Today's rant consists of all the reasons why I despise wind. DESPISE it. 

One: You can't even SEE the stuff. It's invisible. So WHY then does it continue to serve only to piss me off to astronomical levels? When I'm walking and suddenly a disgustingly huge gust of wind picks up and nearly bowls me over I get irrationally frustrated. I'm not an angry person by nature but OHMYGOD the stuff knows how to push all the wrong buttons. 
Two: It either blows all my hair into my face, therefore hindering sight (of which mine is already poor) and putting me in exreme danger of tripping over a tree root or something equally deadly, or blows it straight back against my scalp and gives me a look I am so not rocking. Even with a hair-tie all the pathetic little whispy bits of my hair just flick around a bit and make me consider going for a bald-er look.
Three: I'll go back to the 'it's invisible' point. It's invisible, yes, yet still manages to leave vast, pulsating waves of destruction, which are ~visible to the human eye. And by visible I mean everyone can see me LOOKING LIKE A TOMATO-FACED TRAMP. This is not a good look. Especially not for someone who has been cursed with permanently pink cheeks ~without wind inteference.
Four: IT MAKES WALKING UPHILL A HELLUVA LOT HARDER. Yes. Okay that's pushing it but I still hate it.

But of course, we have to love our wind and its involvement in our earth's climatic system. After all, it is one of the world's SAVIOUR FROM HUMAN DESTRUCTION. It's gonna rescue us one day :3 So I TAKE BACK ALL OF THE ABOVE.

Except I still hate it.