When I get depressed, it's not anything permanent, or anything constant, it's more like this roller coaster I remember from my childhood. It was called the Steel Eel. From far away it looked so cool, like so much fun. Up close I realized what it really was nothing of the sort. Despite not doing much more than going up and down, it excelled at moving in both of those directions at breakneck speeds. The difference between each zenith and knell was astounding and always varying, it may have looked innocent enough, but I had misjudged it terribly.
I was barely tall enough to ride it, I might have even been an inch or two short, but my dad and I were determined and we boarded anyway. Until the first drop, I was so excited -nervous certainly- but excited. Then, after a dreadful pause the screeching metal contraption lurched down the longest drop of my life. It was not fun, I was not happy, I couldn't even scream because my lungs were saying hello to my pelvis. I breathed on the inclines and held my breath and closed my eyes tight on the descents. When finally the monster ceased it's assault on my entire being, I stumbled off of the coaster, clutching to my dad, giggling nervously. The euphoria of adrenaline soon kicked in and my laughter became more manic, more consuming. I continued on the day, avoiding roller coasters yet still having a wonderful time. I didn't touch the things until much later, with varying results. I doubt I will ever fully learn my lesson, I doubt I could even if I wanted to.
Interpret this how you will, it's another of my vague extended allegories which I love so much. But it rings true to me.
No I understand why you won't go on any roller coasters with me.. ha.
ReplyDeleteJust imagine what it's like to have that feeling every second of the day.