Death and Rebirth at the Amusement Park

Sunday, October 5, 2008 | |

You wake up. The ever wakeful glow of the clock crashes in front of your eyes like the cymbal accented crescendo of some inappropriately early symphony. You feel a mixture of happiness and nerves. Happiness because it is Sunday and you've still got a few hours to sleep. Nerves because today could either work out very well, or fall to pieces on the floor. You wrestled a trembling yawn from your core. You return to Nod.

You wake up. You can't put it off any longer. Your jaw is acting up this morning, not a good sign. You shower and check your phone messages. Two people have canceled. Not a good sign. Shirt, check. Shorts and sandals, check. You ask yourself, "is today a hat day?". It is not. Bandanna, check. You pack your pockets full of the essentials, wallet, keys, and phone.

You find yourself in the car, driving down Riverside. You're early, you buy a McDonald's breakfast for the first time in several years. You don't even think about it, you simply realize you're leaving the drive-through lane after the fact. You feel an unexpected wave of disappointment and shame. You eat the food regardless, quickly, and throw away the wrapper so as to hide the evidence from Drey and Amanda.


Your faith in successful group dynamics is low. Committing yourself to a full day amongst company with no place to run and hide by yourself is terrifying. You worry about your headaches. You worry about the idiosyncrasies of the others. You begin to disintegrate. Your bones seize up and grind against one another. Your lungs collapse in on themselves and calcify. Your skin scales and flakes away from your muscles. The wind tussles at your hair as your component parts wrap and warp and spiral away from one another on the breeze.

You wake up. You find yourself passing through a metal detector. You have to go through twice because you've forgotten about Amanda's phone, in your pocket because she hasn't any.

You wake up. You've just defied gravity for the seventh time in one afternoon. Your mind and body fight over whose really in control of the equilibrium.

You find yourself at home. You take off your shoes and pop your jaw in and out of its socket a few times to relieve the pressure. You return to bed and recount the day.

12 comments:

citizen analog said...

I've always found amusement parks a bit unsettling. Looks like I'm not the only one...

.kate said...

boo. isn't life hard?

Fitter Happier said...

Rereading this, I suddenly realize it all sounds very morose, but the day was actually wonderful. I had a great time. That paragraph just didn't make it into the post...

.kate said...

Well I am glad you had fun. If you have jankety jaw, then we have something in common. Try putting head on it at bedtime, or just pop a handy dandy muscle relaxer.

.kate said...

(cough cough) HEAT. try putting heat on it.

Fitter Happier said...

I go to much greater lengths than simple heat (mouth guard and special pillow) to help with my jaw. If I don't I get chronic migraines! So dealing with a pippity-poppity jaw a few days a week isn't so bad. Thank you for the advice/sympathy though.

.kate said...

wait... special pillow.

you one upped me. Not only does mts get to sleep with a hot headed mouthguarded smelly jankety jawed hippie, but he has to hear my teeth grind against the guard.

BUT YOU HAVE A PILLOW.

this issue almost deserves its own post.

i can provide pictures of my IN my mouthguard

wade said...

Why does Six Flags have a river of blood?

Fitter Happier said...

Because it was the holiday fright fest. It truly was a spooky good time. The river of blood was a great ride, at one point half our raft went beneath a blood waterfall. I was in the dry side so avoided getting soaked.

wade said...

Ah, so its a reference to that Halloween staple "The Ten Commandments".

Laura Caroon said...

what the crap kind of amusement park is that? do they have a bloody waterpark too?

Fitter Happier said...

the bloody waterpark was closed for the season (despite the fact it'll still be 90+ degrees for another month).

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