“We’re going to DIE!!!” I screech at my mother as we sit on a grimy roadside curb, cars rushing out and into tunnels, ignoring our drastic plight. I strain my ears and faintly hear the squawking of colorful macaws and fatigued children. The parking lot behind us is itself the Amazon Rainforest. No; it is the Sahara: hot, monotonous, dry, and stretching forever. With all the sweat and bodily fluids caked into my hair, I can barely lift my head to look pleadingly at my mother, again, my eyes imploring: How did this happen?
I suppose the true problem is laziness. After exiting the park at the lower end, ignoring some rather convincing security signs, we found ourselves stranded. We never considered that the entrance and exit were both at the top …show more content…
It’s the common trope: tourists overcome by the labyrinth-like city. I hate my mother, and I hate myself, for being too fat and lethargic to walk to the top of the hill. I probably tear up a little, come to think of it, overcome with shame. We wait for days, and the dust and spiders devour us. Guards tap our shoulders with their batons and we fall over, prone, our bodies shattering on the curb like our hopes of being rescued.
When salvation arrives, I dismiss my pessimistic hyperbole and realize the power I possess.
I’m an adventurer of a different sort. I am grateful that there are people in this world I can ask for help. Even though we live in a capitalistic society, there is a solution for everything, even (and especially) laziness. I have great respect for the athletes of the world who can outrun jaguars, but even more for those who can hop in a car and race to the finish line.
While I am thorough, I despise busy work. I research every facet of every argument before I come to a conclusion about my own opinion. I uncover the bias in dubious scientific studies and create more efficient/imaginative new rules for board games. Similarly, I make up acronyms instead of memorizing the definitions of psychology terms and songs for human geography concepts. Clearly, I’m not perfect: I can recognize my weak points, can delve into the twisted corners of my mind I try to hide from the
I suppose the true problem is laziness. After exiting the park at the lower end, ignoring some rather convincing security signs, we found ourselves stranded. We never considered that the entrance and exit were both at the top …show more content…
It’s the common trope: tourists overcome by the labyrinth-like city. I hate my mother, and I hate myself, for being too fat and lethargic to walk to the top of the hill. I probably tear up a little, come to think of it, overcome with shame. We wait for days, and the dust and spiders devour us. Guards tap our shoulders with their batons and we fall over, prone, our bodies shattering on the curb like our hopes of being rescued.
When salvation arrives, I dismiss my pessimistic hyperbole and realize the power I possess.
I’m an adventurer of a different sort. I am grateful that there are people in this world I can ask for help. Even though we live in a capitalistic society, there is a solution for everything, even (and especially) laziness. I have great respect for the athletes of the world who can outrun jaguars, but even more for those who can hop in a car and race to the finish line.
While I am thorough, I despise busy work. I research every facet of every argument before I come to a conclusion about my own opinion. I uncover the bias in dubious scientific studies and create more efficient/imaginative new rules for board games. Similarly, I make up acronyms instead of memorizing the definitions of psychology terms and songs for human geography concepts. Clearly, I’m not perfect: I can recognize my weak points, can delve into the twisted corners of my mind I try to hide from the