I know for a fact that Lubbock folks refuse to admit they are cold out loud, even when it’s freezing balls out. I moved up to Minnesota when I was 18, and it took me literal YEARS before I bought a winter coat. My friend asked me all the time if I was cold, and I’d say some stupid snarky thing like, “Texans don’t get cold,” and then shiver to death when nobody was looking.
We could be standing outside in 20-degree windchill, dust slapping us sideways, wearing three hoodies like a sad burrito, and still, we will NOT say the words: “I’m cold.”
We like to give the world an entire vocabulary of delusion, denial , and utter lies, wrapped up in a Texas flag, rather than admit defeat…