Blog: Life, it’s a rollercoaster…

Up…

Down…

Fast…

To the left…

Faster…

To the right…

Even faster..

Forward…

Too fast…

Backwards…

turns upside down…

Corkscrews…

slows down…

stops…

starts over again.

I went to Holiday World a couple weeks ago, and, for those of you who are unsure of Holiday World, it’s an Amusement Park in Santa Claus, Indiana. Yes, Santa Claus, it’s a real place. Everything surrounding Holiday World has to do with the holidays. I know what you’re thinking, Christmas decorations in the summer? Thanksgiving talk in August, it’s not even October. It was awkward at first to me too, but, I had a great time  staying in a cabin at the campgrounds all weekend. Drank, Ate good, had laughs, spills, falls, fires and thrills. One of the biggest things I took away from my weekend get-a-way at Holiday World was: the roller coasters.

Now, being from Indianapolis, I don’t have many chances to ride rollercoasters, mainly because we don’t have any. Growing up, I always traveled to either: Kings Island, Kentucky Kingdom, Disney World, Busch Gardens, Hershey Park, or Dolly World. How have I lived almost thirty-one years, and never chose to go to the amusement park in my own state?  Anyways, I was sleeping on the rollercoasters at Holiday World. I didn’t think the coasters would be “epic” enough in a sense mainly because I’ve never heard of them like I have about Kings Island and Cedar Pointe. I was mistaken.

Before you read any further, I want to ask you for a favor. If you could, close your eyes and think about your life. How you’ve gotten to the point your at now. What it took, do you remember?

“Life is a lot like a rollercoaster. Life can be slow sometimes, but slow isn’t bad. Slow is calm and allows you time for thought. Allows time to remanence, recollect, understand,  and appreciate. However, life also can be very fast. It can hit you with left turns, right turns, flips, dips, corkscrews, and give you fits. Some days can feel so hard to finish. Other days, you don’t want to end because of how good the day was.”  

I rode three rollercoasters while at Holiday World, sorry, I don’t remember the names. However, these three coasters weren’t regular coasters. One shot off like a rocket into insane spirals, corkscrews, and flips. The other two, were wooden coasters. Long story short, all three coasters were better than any coaster I’ve rode at any of the Amusement Parks I’ve been too (never been to Cedar Pointe). But, what I took away more than the thrill rides, was how I felt after each of the rides. I felt like I did something worthy. Worthy as in, something I don’t do everyday. Then I started thinking about my life and how everything goes so many different ways for me anymore.

I’m about to be thirty-one-years old. I’m a full-time student and it’s killing me. I know it’s going to be worth it in the end, but, I feel alone anymore. My phone hasn’t rang in awhile. Nobody checks on me to see if I’m ok but they will message me wanting advice on what they should do in their life but never ask about my life. It’s sad. Plus, every female I get close to places me in the “friendzone.” Look, there’s nothing wrong with the friendzone but damnit I hate that women want me as their “friend” because they don’t want to ruin a friendship with a relationship. Hello ladies, this is why you end up with shit bags. The guys who listen to you, the guys who hear you, the guys who drop anything for you, the guy who picks you up when you fall down–you friendzone him. I’m not the gay friend–I’m straight.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this blog entry. I’m frustrated. Not tired. Lonely. I was hoping writing would bring me some happiness as it normally does, but, it’s not doing it tonight.

Until next time…

 

 

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