I’m sinking in shit
Like quicksand
All attempts at Bear Grylls mimicy have failed
I’m still sinking
I fear it will swallow me up
Irreversibly
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Although “Bear Grylls mimicy” means nothing to me, aren’t we all!
Bear Gryll is a British mountain climber, climbed Everest: much like we climb our small mounds of self-made shit!
I’m not really sinking in shit. Having seen Grylls demonstrate how to get out of quicksand, it struck me as being a desparate situation indeed to be in such a thing and then to have his method fail on you! The disappearance of the last hope in a desparate situation.
Sinking in Shit! The story of my life. Literally.
It was my third birthday and my mother dressed me up in a pink, frilly dress she made for me. After my party, our neighbors invited us over to their place so their children, myself and my brothers could “play”. We decided on hide and seek. My neighbors lived on a farm complete with a manure duct. It was getting dark and it was my turn to be “it”. After counting to 20, I started looking for everyone. By this time it was dark enough that I couldn’t see two feet in front of me. Next thing I knew, I took a step forward, but did not step on solid ground. I found myself swimming neck high in horse and cow shit! Of course, my mother was only worried about how I “ruined” the pretty pink dress she made me. I remember that day as if it were yesterday, but it was 40 years ago! My life has been “shitty” ever since.
Haha! Funny story.