Imagine that you’re crossing a bridge. When you get almost
to the middle of the bridge, you realize the bridge trembles every time a car
crosses it. Also imagine that the bridge is located in the middle of a city,
and cars cross it every two seconds. Finally imagine that the part of the
bridge the cars use is metal net, and the river below – far, far below – is
fully visible.
You already understand what I’m talking about, don’t you?
Well, I survived the crossing and all was well.
Fast forward three hours. We’re walking back from Burger
King, and all of a sudden, I see the bridge looming in front of me. And
suddenly I realize something I (thankfully) didn’t understand before: I would
have to cross the bridge again.
I hurried forward to keep the others from seeing my face. My
thumbnails dug firmly to my index fingers. I focused my gaze to the hotel in
the other side, so very far on the other side. I tried to focus my mind only
for the current step, repeatedly counting to one.
One. One. One. One. One. One. One.
By the time I was reaching the middle point, I was gasping
for air through my mouth. (Bad move.) Then a car apparently sped past, sending
violent shudders resonating through the bridge. My teeth snapped together
digging a hole to my cheek in the process. I guess the pain and taste of blood
were the only things keeping me from screaming out loud. Still, I sobbed
violently every step from there on. I was absolutely sure that the next moment
the bridge would crumble and I would fall to the river below. Every step I died
a little.
After infinity, or several infinities, I reached the other
side, hobbled to the guardrail, and sat down. By the time my friends reached
me, I had recovered enough to look somewhat normal.
For all of you, who laughed while you were reading this… I
hope you die slowly, painfully and alone.
The normal happy-go-lucky writing will resume tonight, or tomorrow morning at latest.
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