Over at Revgalblogpals, Deb writes:
“Perhaps you have tried something that everyone assured you was SO MUCH FUN!!! and you swore on a stack of Bibles that you would never ever be dragged to said activity ever again. Was it horseback riding? Rappelling? Ballet class when you were 7?
So share with us 5 Supposedly Fun Things You’ll Never EVER Do Again. You may find some commiserating souls among us.”
My first reaction to this week’s sharing was to respond with the lines from Yeats’ “A Dialogue of Self and Soul,” in which the soul says
“I am content to live it all again/ And yet again, if it be life to pitch.Into the frog-spawn of a blind man’s ditch,/A blind man battering blind men;/Or into that most fecund ditch of all,/ The folly that man does/ Or must suffer, if he woos/A proud woman not kindred of his soul.
I am content to follow to its source/Every event in action or in thought;/ Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!/When such as I cast out remorse/So great a sweetness flows into the breast/ We must laugh and we must sing,/ We are blest by everything,/Everything we look upon is blest.”
While there are clearly activities that I prefer to others for fun, there are very few “possible fun things” that I’ve tried that I wouldn’t want to ever do again. I might even consider doing those that are toward the bottom of my fun list if I were doing them with a group of people with whom I enjoy being.
Snuba is the only activity I can think of that I wouldn’t want to repeat no matter who, what, or where I was doing it. I tried out snuba last January in Maui and disliked everything about it. It had all the negatives of scuba and all the negatives of snorkeling with very few of the positives of either. The length of the cords attached from divers to the floating rafts weren’t really long enough to give me ability to travel far enough down to something to give me better views than snorkeling would have given. They continually got tangled in each other, making it impossible to swim freely toward something I wanted to see and sometimes literally wrapping around my legs, making it impossible to swim. It was a waste of time and money.