Saturday, February 6, 2010

I probably should have just gone to bed.

They never tell you that having an adventure involves a whole heck of a lot of discomfort, that you'll be cold and wet and hungry, that you'll see unbelievable sights and do incredible things and nobody else will understand. They never talk about the singular difficulty of caring about personal hygiene when one has been battling monsters all day and sleeping in the woods at night. There's no mention of bug bites, blisters, sore backs, ungrateful villagers, ambivalent princes, and hours upon hours of trudging here and there and everywhere in between. Alone.

Of course they never put that stuff in stories.

Who would want to hear it?

2 comments:

Emily said...

Did you try to go camping, Sarah?

If discomfort signifies an adventure, I have a tale or two to tell! But how to make it interesting without telling of the discomforts? Hmmm....

sarahdunn said...

Actually, I was just moping about how the 'adventure' of going off and being my own independent grown up woman who can watch whatever tv show she darn well wants to watch whenever she darn well wants to watch it isn't always the party I expected it to be. I really should have gone to bed. I would have made more sense (and been less crabby) in the morning. But, by all means, I would love to hear about your adventures! (I mean in addition to the ones chronicled on your blog, which I've been reading.)
:)