It finally happened. I went paintballing with Tom. He's been bugging me to go for years, but, it never appealed to me. I was told about the joys of the adrenaline rush, and the powerful feeling of pride and ownership when you shoot someone.....but after having spent 6 hours playing paintball with my friends...and shooting one of them in the back at close range...I'm just not into that kinda pain.
I didn't get the adrenaline rush, just a panicky 'oh no we're starting and I have to pee' feeling, combined with a 'oh man this is gonna hurt' feeling, followed by a 'is it too late to back out now' feeling, and ending with a 'need to run away now' feeling.
I spent most of the time trying not to get shot, which I was mostly successful at. Paintball was exactly what I thought it was gonna be. But it was fun once, and I'm glad I did it :)
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| I was the only person to Not get shot in the face :) |
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| Before we started |
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| The gang :) |
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| Besties ;) |
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| One of the 3 hits I took that wasn't minimized by clothes |
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| The other 2 hits I took- one on the ring finger and one on the first finger- on the hand that was in front (turns out that I am a left handed shooter) the only part of my body that was sticking out lol! Tom is responsible for the blood, and no, it wasn't friendly fire :p It's ok though, I took my revenge on his teammate....sorry T, I backed up a lil bit before I shot you, I really did..... |
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| What it looks like 3 weeks later....I've got a nice scar to remember it by :) |