I’m not sure what to think of this, but my wife Photoshopped our wedding photos. She didn’t like the color of her dress so she changed it. You can’t rewrite history. I just hope her next alteration does involve replacing me with someone better looking.
When I was a kid, I used to twist around in circles just because I liked to see the world spin when I stopped. I grew out of it eventually–but the point is I didn’t use to get sick. First time I went on “Star Tours” I was ten years old and I didn’t get sick. Merry-go-rounds, carousel, or roundabouts, it didn’t matter: I could ride any amusement park attraction without getting sick (except the Teacups–that’s way too much spinning for any human to endure).
As I get older, I realize my stomach ain’t what it use to be. They say taste buds evolve as you get older; allergies can develop after adolescence. I think susceptibility to motion sickness is another change you body makes when you get older. My parents couldn’t tolerate even the mildest roller coaster…and I fear I might be joining them.
Over the past couple years, I find myself about to get motion sickness for things that wouldn’tve bothered me when I was a kid. I went to Disneyland last month and couldn’t believe how much I felt like I wanted to hurl. “Star Tours,” “Soaring California,” and even “Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride”–all of them left me feeling a little ill. I didn’t spew–but I felt like I wanted to.
I think I’m more prone to motion sickness than most adults. I can’t play first-person shooter games or I’ll blow chunks. If a movie is shot on hand camera, I won’t see it. Clearly most people don’t feel this way because there’s no money in developing products that make people puke: I must be the exception and not the norm. But it wasn’t always this way. I didn’t feel so…vulnerable when I was a kid. Now, all it takes is a quick pan or sudden jolt and I’m feeling it. It might just be “in my head” because I’m aware of my vulnerabilities. But I know if I try to fight it, I’m more aware of the sickness in my stomach–I’m better off just closing my eyes and waiting until it’s over. I don’t like the uneasiness in my stomach. I don’t like the hot flashes. I might sound like a pansy–but at least I don’t lose my lunch.