Critical
Critical Thinking Essay
December 16, 2006
The disease of addiction captivated me like a kid at a carnival. Once inside everything was not what it seemed. Bright lights, bells, and whistles beckon my beating heart with the promise of fun and excitement. The pungent aromas of over indulgence make the stomach flip with anticipation. The thundering sounds of wood against metal echo in the distance assuring a memorable rollercoaster ride.
Beginning with games of chance, the adventures begin. Chance after chance, throw after throw, the milk bottles will not fall. The basketball so small in my hand, enlarges as it caress' the rim. No matter how steady my aim, my balloon will not burst with each water gun I try. I am always a step behind the kid with the cotton candy smile.
Broke and dejected without the prize, I'm off to the Merry-Go-Round. The colorful mosaic tile and enchanting mythical creatures do little to take my find off the fact that I'm going in circles, always winding up right back where I started. However, the adrenaline builds as the line shortens for that rush that has been missing. My heart quickens with each clank, clank, and clank of the metal chain pulling my wooden carriage to its peak. Finally, the descent is fast and furious with the realization that I have no control. Up and down, jerking left and right I begin to pray that I do not heave every morsel that I savored, as my stomach enters my chest. Coming to a grinding halt, the thought enters my mind; was it worth it.
I slow things down with a solo trip through
the Tunnel of Love, where an uneasy calm waits. Dark, quiet, and alone, the water gently rocks my boat as the feelings of isolation and withdrawal allow me to entertain the possibility of living a life of loneliness. Self reflection leads to a House of Mirrors where every view of me is distorted. Every turn I begin to see someone that I barely recognize.
The final stop is the Ferris...
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