When I was younger, I used to love roller coasters. The first time I can remember going on one was at Disneyland, in Grade 3. No big twists or turns on those guys, but I loved them. The adrenaline rush was something I had never experienced before, and I couldn't get enough. West Ed mall, I was going on every roller coaster I could. Upside-down, backwards, you name it, I did it. Then, as I got older, I started seeing them differently. I liked having my feet on the ground, and my body would ache after I got off a ride... Finally, a few years ago, at La Ronde in Montreal, I decided I didn't like roller coasters. I'll still ride them, but I don't enjoy them. I hate them.
I write this because I feel like I am on a roller coaster. I know it's such a cliche, but it such a perfect representation of my emotions. Some days I'm not on a roller coaster, and my feet are planted on the ground. Some days though... One minute I am o.k, the next; a mess. I'll be having a great day and suddenly something "just isn't right" and I just break down crying. Today it happened when I woke up from a nap and my shirt was twisted around me, and I couldn't untwist it. Bam. Tears. Seriously?! Just one little poke and the flood gates were opened.
The fact I do this is frustrating, which just makes me cry a little harder. I'm ready to get off this roller coaster.
One day I will wake up and laugh about my shirt being twisted.
Lord, I look forward to that day.
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