ice skating

Our church youth group went ice skating last night. I had to organise it because Uelese and I are The Organisers, but I hate ice skating and so I simply sat and watched from the sidelines.

All right, so I don't hate ice skating; I have to admit it looks so fun and it looks easy. It's just that every time I have been forced to go skating for the last nineteen years of my life (ie, my whole life), I've always had to join in because that's what you have to do as a child or you look like you're a wimp or no fun and then I always ended by humiliating myself. So it was such a pleasure to go along to something like this and discover I have graduated to 'adult' status and no one can force me to do anything I don't want to do anymore! And even if they did, I would have absolutely no problem shooting them down in flames because I have learnt to be assertive! Hallelujah! So I sat on the side with a coffee and chatted to the other couple of adults there who didn't want to skate and I watched people.

I think you can learn a lot about human nature from watching people do things like skating. You can watch the little kids with their eyes shining, wobbling around holding their dad's hand. You can watch the cool girls wearing miniskirts and pretending they're not freezing their butts off who skate into their friends on purpose and flirt with the boys. You can watch the athletic boys who skate in that conscious way, ie, I'm-not-aware-anyone's-watching-me-but-if-they-were-I-must-say-I-look-pretty-fly-the-way-I'm-so-speedy-and-cool.

Photos: I was playing around with some of the photos I took last week. These are from the playground, again. I will probably add some more fiddled-with photos.