Back when i could stomach them, i loved roller coasters. The best part was going up the hill, tension building, excitement for what was to come! A big hill to scream and feel your stomach drop all the way down to your knees yet you feel it in your throat too. I remember that feeling where you want to scream so bad, but you cant. your breath is taken away and then when you finally can scream its almost over and you're going up another hill of excitement and suspense, or maybe a loop-di-loop.
This feeling is only great when the roller coaster you're on delivers. Usually there is some long line to stand in before you even get on the roller coaster. You endure this line, bored, hot and annoyed by the people walking in circles around you. The fact that the line is long is usually a sign of a good roller coaster, but in this case it's just a waste of valuable amusement park hours. Once on the coaster you go up the inevitable suspenseful hill. Its a slow climb, but you can tell you're getting pretty high so you're expecting some fun drop. Its a little scary, but it always is. Its the good scary, the kind that means you get something back. That anticipation can't be all for nothing. But when you get to the top you see there's just a little drop and then a lot of rickety turns. This ride was a trick, it fooled you. It had the long line (popularity), and the big hill, probably some fancy colors and a catchy name. It has all the signs and signals of a fun roller coaster but was actually just a lot of whipping around. You get off just feeling windblown and tired, not exhilarated.
You had all the signs and signals of being a fun "roller coaster" but it was just a lot of waiting and work. I wish i felt more exhilarated, but i really just feel disoriented and ready to take a break from the whole park experience.
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ha. yeah. well. we've just got roller coasters written on our soft fleshy hearts.
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