Today I got hit by lightning. Well.
Not just today. Maybe a few days
ago. Well and today. And maybe it wasn’t actually lightning but just
a stronger word for the phrase “curve ball.”
And like I kind of knew it was coming.
But you can only prepare yourself for something so strong as
lightning. And you shouldn’t laugh. You really shouldn’t laugh. But you really want to laugh, because what
the hell? Did I enter some type of
sci-fi novel or is this really happening?
Can I just look around for a moment and see that I’ve gotten hit by
lightning from multiple facets in the sky?
And worse of all, now I’m hot. Like literally sweating. And I mean literally. There is nothing worse than a heat stroke
when its 40 degrees. It’s embarrassing
and its uncomfortable and most of all its hot.
Where is a fan and why isn’t it nearby?
And now my head hurts because I’m hot.
And now another lightning rod is literally pulling a limb
apart from my body. And I’d try and hold
onto it, but another limb is being pulled from another direction and I don’t
know which one to grab first. And then
thank god, thunder comes and saves me, so I can grab both of my limbs; but then
it whisks me off to another natural disaster.
Wait another natural disaster? Am
I qualified to be standing in this type of an environment? Can’t I complete some type of crash course
first? And now I’m supposed to be the
one with a solution? I’m not that smart.
Finally I escape. And
someone asks me about it. I recap. I’m not really good at detailed recaps. What types of words do “I got hit by
lightning!” justice? So they respond “Oh.” Because what can one really say
other than “oh.” And then they add, :Well
at least you haven’t been bored.” And I
think, “Oh. No at least I haven’t been
bored.” And suddenly the thought of
electricity being jolted through my body doesn’t seem so bad.
