Paintballing Joy

Several years ago I had my first taste in paintballing. It was a private party; one where my friends and I went to celebrate another friend’s birthday. From that experience I didn’t get what all that fuss was about. Even though it was fun, it was an okay fun.

A few days ago, I had my first open field paintball experience. Well I gotta say, the feeling’s completely different. I had a lot of fun, and I can see why there are people who would be professional, have tournaments, and things like that. I can see why people become addicted to these games.

As a celebration of a friend coming back to Canada to visit us, the Em group (my name for this group of friends) decided to go paintballing. We got split apart into two different groups, got grouped with other people coming in to play. These guys have their own specialized outfits, guns, protection, etc. It was quite a spectacular scene.

For some reason, maybe it’s just me, but playing with my friends doesn’t seem quite as fun as playing against these more skilled players. Granted I’m not really good myself, but I thought I adapted well. I don’t run and charge like these guys; I slip and slide about, hiding behind obstacles, staying invisible and shooting when I have the chance. My friends thought it was scary when we faced against skilled players.

I thought it was exhilarating.

With your heart racing, there’s a certain adrenaline rush as you try to avoid getting hit by the opposing team.

There’s a certain joy and satisfaction when you land a hit and managed to out the opposing player. More so if these players are better than you.

You kill without killing. That sort of mentality.

Players go to these events to have fun and release stress. Gotta say, it’s definitely a good stress reliever. Although being shot by a paintball is rather painful, it isn’t really something to cry over. The pain’s only for that few moments of being hit. And then you forget about it… until you see the bruises left over. Bruises go away after a few days but before then, it’s like a reminder of the day, the fun.

Criss Cross Life of Interconnectedness

If it’s meant to be, it will be.

You could meet someone and that someone could know someone else who knows you.

You could meet someone and that someone could be someone you have met once upon a time.

You could meet someone and no matter how many times you could still be meeting that someone.

You could meet someone and no matter how many times you try you could never be able to meet that someone, ever again.

(Sounds confusing?)

Life is so funny sometimes.

Here’s a little story: I met my best friend (Dee) in high school. Somehow, someway we found out that her best friend in junior high was my best friend in elementary. It was an interesting revelation. Our friend H remembered the things I taught her in elementary and had showed Dee in junior high. It was funny when she told me about it and the surprised she had felt at the time. Now just recently I found out that I had met Dee’s uncle when I was a baby. (Yes that still works somehow… lol) Her uncle happened to be friends with my dad’s friend. And he’d always be at my dad’s friend’s place. So whenever we went to visit we would see him. Even if I was too young to remember. Nor Dee’s uncle either.

Here’s another one: The restaurant my family always go to for breakfast (dim sum), one of the employees there happens to be my grandfather’s dad’s cousin’s grandkid. So that makes us cousins several times removed. If that’s how you say it in English terms.

And another one: This guy (KC) I am currently sorta dating happens to know my childhood friend because my childhood friend was friends with (and had a crush on) his god-sister. The fact that I might even know his god-sister is just too fantastic. It’s just too bad he wouldn’t tell me who his god-sister is. Something about it being too weird. (haha)

Funny how the world works sometimes.

No matter who we are, where we come from, we are all connected in some way. It could be in some obscure way we are still connected. And if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. In happy terms, Dee and I are meant to be friends, possibly forever. In Dee’s loving terms, she fated to be stuck with me forever. “Couldn’t escape even if I wanted to,” she once said.

Although… however connected we humans are, these connections can be stretched really thin. One snap of the wrist and it will break. Connections can be severed. These severed relations are those who come into your life for that brief moment and disappears forever. And no matter how hard you try (minus hiring a PI or something) they just stays out of your life. They could have made an impact on your life however small, then just ups and leave.

H is an example. She was a really good friend, practically best friend when I was a new kid at a new school in elementary. She then became Dee’s first friend and best friend in junior high when she in turn was a new kid at a new school. Both times, disconnection. She disappeared from our lives. We couldn’t find her anymore.

I have this friend who I’ve known since high school. We were still are pretty good friends. However, after high school ended, it is practically almost impossible to see her. We would try to make plans, usually it’s either she has to cancel because something came up or I have to cancel because I was busy. Meeting up with like pulling teeth. It’s just not meant to be. In the end we can only manage to see each other once or twice a year. Hey, at least this shows that we cared enough to try to stay connected. 

Some people don’t care enough to stay and would cut ties faster than you can say abracadabra. Take my first ex for example. We have had common friends. We (or at least I) want to still be friends after breakup, but he’s completely disappeared from my life. Even most of our common friends never saw him again. Reason being, he found a new girlfriend. I understand if he doesn’t want any contact with me but our other friends too? Granted, they’re closer to me than him, but that’s just mean. A friend of mine is also the same. We’d hang out with our other group of friends for many years. Then suddenly, poof! He disappeared from the group. Same reason: he got a girlfriend. What a jerk. Clearly they don’t think much of these friendships.

People come and go. But life is simply about seeing who cares enough to stay.