earthsquatter

It was not without some trepidation that I walked into the dimly lit room. Yes, I have to credit attempts to make me feel at ease and reassured but it could not distract me from what was coming*

Why did I agree to this and countless variations of that sentiment ran through my mind, all of which pointed to the same conclusion – I am such a sucker. But it was too late. To back out now will be nothing short of embarrassing, not to mention being bestowed the Ms C sash – coward with a capital C.

A year of new experiences – I tell myself. But this kind of experience? The little halo-ed one said primly, dusting her white frock. Why not? Don’t be such a goody two shoes, he sneered, prodding me forward with his pitchfork.

Ouch. Fine. 1-0 to the tail-swishing one.

So I did it. Some discomfort. Lotsa of inane talk – I don’t think I have engaged in a conversation that is so pointless and forgettable in a long, long while.

Half hour later I emerged. Ok, so as with most experiences that you didn’t want to try, the moment it was over, 6/6 vision became 6/12, and memory lapses set in. Not that bad after all, I thought, although I am not sure if I am about to repeat it (but I was told that it gets “addictive”)

It wasn’t very different, yet it was too. Regret? Nah – don’t think so. Not now anyway. 

*Btw, don’t try to guess. It is probably not what you think it is