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    Doctored photos: clear memories and fuzzy stomachs

    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.

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