Short story on how I almost effed up on a period of self discovery

Ever have those days you need to step away and just,

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”.

However, when you’re not at the level of personal self-confidence and “not give a fuck” energy to do so, especially in front of 17 families. The second option is to find a deserted area to sit and do a (more-than-weekly) ponder of “what the fuck”.

It was a nice little spot to be honest. I was impressed with its comfortable distance from the water. Ya know, that ‘nobody can block your view’ view and head start on wet lizard attack.

Anyways, I took some deep breaths, did some silent screams disguised as exhales to the moist-thigh inducing sky. For the sake of comfort I was looking for a seat. I can pop a good Asian squat, but I just wanted to find an unbugged patch of grass. The lovely thing about the Everglades is that we don’t got none of that. However, there was a pipe thing.

So of course I calculated my ability to leap in one bound. Can’t have these suburbans see me not jump. efficiently.

So I failed. Right in the eyeline of a sympathetic mother. -.-

But THANK GODS I DID.