10-11-2018, 08:37 PM
Wheel Snipe Celly
There is only one thing on my mind. Achieving the perfect snipe celly. It whirls in my head like a looming and unforgiving storm, it tears up my thoughts and perception of those around me. People say that living like this is unhealthy, but maybe it’s not, who knows exactly what healthy is for each individual person on this earth. You can have one person who can't stand sick goal celebrations and are lame, another who gets rock hard just thinking about them. Maybe this makes me a cynic or uninformed. One thing I am sure of that no celebration after a goal is lame as hell.
As I skate on the ice I often wonder what those who pass me are thinking and worried about, maybe they have their own storms to deal with, but never as serious as mine. I can’t ,and am unable ,to even entertain that my troubles aren’t of the most upper echelons of importance.
My eyes scanning all around me as the river of strangers flow as I do some nifty dangles upstream against them.
I’ve reached my limit. What is even the point of this? OF ANY OF THIS?! Maybe you can tell me? But perhaps not. Maybe you’re one of those who enjoys the gratification of and rush getting a goal gives you or perhaps we’ve never even met. So how could you help then?
As I continue my pace, I feel the pangs in my stomach and in my heart, rising up my spine to my head and back down again. The feeling you get when desperation is the step after you look for your salvation.
I deke left, avoiding the slow moving couple who can't seem to grasp the concept of the ODR and start in slow strong stride, as to not look weird, but I’ve had enough of this life and I need a temporary fix to my permanent problem.
In the near distance, I see the meshed square with the weathered red bars waiting. My pace quickens as I see where my mind has been leading me. I close my eyes ,for the first time in a long, the brisk air around me gives me a feeling of relief. I just want this to be over, for my sake and yours.
I wind up and take a slapper...
But nothing… I open my eyes only to find that I have shit aim and can hit the broad side of a barn.
The storm inside my head rages on.
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