I don’t like to hike
Almost 3 decades on the face of that planet and I still never ever want to give hikes and treks a try again, despite being a sport and trying way too often than I’d ever wish to. Too many siblings become too compelling and dominating. To be honest, I can never ever get the hang of navigating ebrokhebro (ask a Bengali to demonstrate) up down slippery sliding trails. Rather than just go on complaining, which I know affects only me, I just wish somehow people had this universal fact registered that I don’t like to experience such nature first hand. Leave me alone. Let me sleep in late and catch up on my feeds. I’ll browse EarthPorn if I need to. I don’t like being forced to join in the generally accepted happiness norms. And worst of all, brand new shoes got ripped off their soles and the walk was super grievous.
Only reason I agreed to and only reason that would help keep the experience even a wee bit on the positive side of memory is that I was with my closest siblings. Still a bit of fun thru all that pain.
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