Yesterday I took my first trip to the Vermont State Fair
My favorite part was looking at the animals. I'm a big animal lover, and after looking at all the animals, I really wished I had a farm. I need to get a horse, at least, if I ever have a place to put one.
After some debate, I decided to ride some rides.
This thing looked innocuous.
It turned out to be one of those rides that spins you around really fast while you're pressed against a wall. Not so fun.
I also rode one of my favorites: the Tilt-A-Whirl.
The seats were pink, though. The ones I rode in the past were always red.
It wasn't as fun as I remembered. I was dizzy when I got off.
The Thunder Bolt just went around in a circle.
I figured I could handle that. Wrong.
After we got off, I said, "You know, I think that's my last ride. Ever."
I'm on a lot of medications, so that was probably a factor. I actually nearly upchucked on the Tilt-A-Whirl. I also have problems with dizziness and the rides made it worse.
My second favorite part was the basket of yummy looking onion rings I saw people walking around with. Boy, were they good. The caramel apple I got was also pretty good. Why do things taste so much better at the fair?
I told my psychiatrist this week about my excursions and how I am using them to help me come out of my shell and live a little. I think they are helping. I even had a brief conversation with a guy who was waiting on his girlfriend on one of the rides. He initiated it, but still. I didn't run away or anything. I let him do most of the talking but I resisted the urge to flee.