Monday, July 9, 2012
Two Tickets, Please
Do you ever get stuck in a cycle of frustration?
I have to admit... sometimes I do.
It happened this week. And all I could think about? Bumper cars.
As a kid, I never liked bumper cars. I loved the Tilt-a-Whirl, the Ferris Wheel, hot dogs, cotton candy, the friendly yet somewhat spooky carny operators, and countless rides on the Scrambler. But I would not ride those bumper cars.
I couldn't understand why anyone would voluntarily step into such madness. Once in the rink, you must hit or be hit. Being the champion conflict-avoider that I was, I never wanted to actually bump anyone, so for me it was a game of chase. And I was the prey. My quest became escape, but a chance breakaway led only to momentary peace followed by a monumental whack in the rear end.
I couldn't understand why so many of my friends loved those bumper cars. They gleefully rammed into each other, laughing and eagerly seeking revenge. They had fun in those things.
So here I am in my cycle of bumper car frustration. No one is hitting me and I am not hitting anyone, but I feel like I can't get out of the rink. I try this and Wham! Hit from the side. I try that and Bam! Hit from the rear. Then I get a clear unobstructed piece of clear rink. Escape is within my reach and Blammo! Head-on collision!
Perhaps the problem is this... I'm not doing the chasing. I'm being chased. I'm avoiding. I'm trying to find the easy way out. My only goal... escape.
What if I quit trying to get out?
Instead of running, what if I look gleefully at the other cars, press my foot on the accelerator, throw back my head with diabolical laughter, and plow right into the side of that shiny red one. Pow! Take that!
After all, the ride only lasts a few minutes anyway.