Upon close inspection of my daily schedule, my family discovered that my daily schedule consisted of things that (according to them) didn't exactly come together as the healthiest activities they had ever come across. Granted, I spent a large portion* pursuing various forms of digital entertainment, of which they don't have the foggiest idea of what exactly am I doing.
And so, they decided to give me a form of cruel and unusual punishment: sentencing me to dwell upon what my life was going on in a much loathed watery pit ...
The Local Swimming Pool.
Oh the lifetime trauma I have experienced in that ... that Place! So much I lost, so much I want to forget, so much that haunts me ... Well maybe not that much. I actually quite enjoyed swimming when I was younger, but as I grow older, it's something that is further and further away from my interests, and as our paths divulge I lose a childhood friend acquaintance.
So I found my beloved keyboard wrested from my hands; thrown into the abyss; and my lovely lovely monitor being powered off as I was dragged kicking and screaming to the flooded depths of the Place, where the terrors of the sea which I was once so adept at controlling awaited me ...
As I remembered my childhood, I cheered up slightly, recalling my expertise at skimming through the water as if it were but air** as if I were a child of the same titan that I so feared now. I began playing in my head a slow motion of myself strutting into the pool area, six packs blazing, and continuing to perform the most gracefully majestic dive before astounding everyone with my awe-inspiring skills.
As I changed into my swimming shorts, I lost all such illusions of grandeur, standing at 6"2 (that's around 185cm for anyone who doesn't know) with a weight of 61kg, I was the epitome of anorexia, huddled against the cold as I scampered out of the shower. Quickly I started to go in for my aforementioned beautiful dive when I realised the true tragedy of the situation...
The water was cold....
Taking a good 10 minutes or so to get immersed completely, I finally managed to get over the freezing water and started swimming. Now when I say swimming, I literally mean I lay upside down on the water and and let take me wherever it was going. Ordinarily, very relaxing. At rush hour where there are so many children in the pool? Not so much. I was leapt on top of by cannonballing 10-year olds who probably weighed more than I did, scolded by overly concerned parents when I bumped into their children (in all fairness, they were in my way, my way just happened to be diagonal) and overall exhausted from just floating around. Although in my defence, it felt more like an onslaught of unceasing fire from enemy lines.
As time went on, people left the swimming pool, and when darkness came, the lights were switched on, and some extent of serenity was achieved ... I went underwater, and was dazzled by the beauty of what I saw. It was indescribable! Despite being visually impaired (heavily), I could see the entirety of the pool, lit up by underwater lights, and no sound from the outside world...
As I finally exited the Place, I was thinking that maybe it's not so bad, but something changed my mind entirely. The true tragedy, was what occurred when I finally took steps into the shower to get ready to go ....
I forgot my shampoo!
*All day.
**I could float, and do the doggy style.
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