Flooding the Foxhole

You know those embarrassing events in life that you look back on and wish you could do all over again? The ones that make you cringe and make you want to craw into a hole and just hide from everybody. Have you ever stopped and really thought about that last part? Is it really other people that you want to hide from, or is it yourself you want to escape? Personally I think I'm the one that I try to duck.

I do the most silly thing whenever one of these reminiscences occurs. Instantly this image jumps into my head of me in my racecar squeezing the throttle and catapulting across the back of the racetrack. For everyone who hasn't experienced such a thing it's hard to describe, but it's kind of like free falling across the ground. It sounds so dippy to me, but that's what happens. I remember, shutter, then imagine... and for about .2 I completely disappear from myself and that embarrassing anamnesis.

Maybe drugs and alcohol are a more effective way to hide for a longer period of time, but when you come back down from the high that free fall can be painful. That fall isn't lateral...





Drugs and alcohol can be fun. When used not for the wrong reasons.