I hate spinning. Never have, never will. Every since I was a youngster, spinning was off my to do list. Maybe it is to do with lack of control or feeling venerable or maybe its the fear of projectile vomit, either way none are good.
The thing is as you get older the fairground gets substituted for life and becomes a metaphor. Instead of your mates calling you a wimp for not jumping on the Mexican hat for the sixth time. You have new fears to bear, We all know what these are, money, work, friend, lovers, home and the worst of them all personal growth.
Life gets serious once you've crossed that age line, when time suddenly means something. some cross it in their early twenties but for most of us it is in the late twenties early thirties when the carousel starts to change gear.
A kid can jump off anytime, he or she might have turned green and feel like they are going to die but, they get over it. Once you cross that time line your on the Carousel for life. you can't get off, The nice man in the middle might slow it down for you from to time, to give you a breather, but that is as good as its ever going to get.
My solution, take travel sickness pills
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