Paint Balling

Hello everyone,
Me without my gun
I  know I have not written in a long time. The truth is I feel I didn't have anything to write about. Also I have been going through some 'soul searching' moments in my life (this happens like every two months since I started my PhD).

I try to spice up my weekends so I do not have the urge to binge or pick up a journal article to study. Of late I have been trying out things I never thought I would do, going on rides, tour of Johannesburg, go-kart racing , trips to the zoo etc. I have done all these adventures with friends, people I am very comfortable with and they know all the personal space boundaries I have set.

Last Saturday I went Paint balling with a group of people, about 19 of us of which I only knew 3 people. It was torture at first because I had to start talking to people I do not know or haven't met before without the help of alcohol. I was going to do a combat activity that involved guns and loud noises (anything louder than the humming of a computer spooks me). I didn't tell these people in advance that hugging is not my thing and I have a monster face until 11 am when I am fully awake before then I am operating on auto pilot. I thought it was going to be torture, half way there I freaked out I wanted to leave but couldn't because it was so far from where I live and I was scared to be called a chicken.

To my surprise I loved every minute I spent on those 'battle fields  shooting at people and people shooting back at me. I was separated from my friends and one was actually looking for a way to inflict pain on me (makes me wonder if I have a friemy). I loved the action, the screaming, the scheming, the tactics or lack of any my team had and I loved the fact that nobody asked me what I studied (it was a student association function) or why I studied what I studied. There was this carefree attitude I had that made me feel I could overcome anything I wanted to overcome. Although my team did not win, if I had to sum up paint balling in one word it would be

FUN

I still have some bruising from the paint that hit me, I wear them proudly as the spoils of war. 

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