I’m a coffee drinker. Well, that might be a bit of an understatement. I am one of those who believe that coffee is it’s own food group and is at the top of the food pyramid glistening hotly on the peak of freshness. But I digress into daydreams. Whilst enjoying one of many cups of coffee this morning, a thought blitzed me like a blot of caffeinated lightning.
Permit me, if you will, Gentle Reader, to pose to you a small detour in the train of thought (feel free to blow the train horn as you will). What constitutes an adventurous life? Have you had one thus far? If so, what? If not, what’s stopping you?
In my mind, scattered and zinging along as it does, an adventure is anything that is out of the ordinary routine. Actually, now that I ponder it, that’s not exactly accurate. Adventure is what you do with the out-of-the-routine events that happen to us too. We tend to avoid adventure and cling to routine. Rather predictable that. But it’s fun to have the occasional deviance from the norm.
Call me dull if you will, but I had an adventure just this morning, as a matter of fact. Nay, it wasn’t as exciting as bouncing down a runway in a wind-up propeller plane whilst soiling oneself. Rather, I had the opportunity to go to the dentist for my regular check up.
Trips to the Dentist can be quite interesting and somewhat uncomfortable. While I enjoyed the polite, courteous, and friendly banter with the hygienist who would be placing sharp pointy things in my mouth and poking at my teeth with them; and also enjoying the relaxing strains of Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train” wafting gently through the ceiling speakers, while said hygienist was insistent on inquiring about my life since my last visit, all the while being almost elbow deep in my mouth. The polishing was pretty adventurous as I got to try the new strawberry flavoured paste (which has the consistency of caulk), which is a break from my usual fare of bubblegum. Finally, there was the gland check, which include maneuvers similar to various professional wrestling submission holds. I also discovered that Bill Cosby was absolutely correct, it IS possible to walk using your buttocks if there is pain involved.
By the by, no cavities and I got a lolly. What’s YOUR adventure?