Surf’s Up

March 17, 2017 by fensterbester 2 Comments

I recently acquired a pet dinosaur. The source was an engineering equipment manufacturing company that started marketing their products with a 3D augmented reality app. It’s amazing. Grown men in their 40’s were looking at an empty space in a room through their phones and losing their minds with excitement. They were basically pushing each other out the way to have a turn to look at this virtual piece of very basic equipment. What no one noticed in the corner of the brochure was the little download for a T-Rex. But I saw it, quietly adopted it, and loved and cared for the friendly dinosaur while the heartless humans kept trying to have a go at the lifeless piece of equipment. It was worse than the stampedes of ’16.

I remember it like yesterday: kids ranging between the ages of 5 and 35, running rampant. The smell of excitement and nerds recently escaped from their basement was prevalent. A race all across the globe ensued with one goal, and one goal only: to catch them all! Pokèmon Go took the world by storm, and burned out in my country even before it was officially released. People were so hell-bent on playing a game that wasn’t even yet released locally, that they found ways to beat the system.

One wouldn’t think that it was possible for adults with responsibilities to chase after imaginary creatures with as much gusto as they did. In the effort from the public to catch them all, the developers made $600 million in revenue to date.

I do kind of understand it now. The marketing gimmick that came with the equipment simulation is now a personal little piece of history and happiness I use to annoy everyone from family to co-workers. I’ve had a T-Rex in my garden, on my lap, in my shower, on the desks of colleagues and on my boyfriend’s mom’s kitchen table. It is literally too amazing to be true.

That’s how I feel about life right now: amazing experiences and opportunities and humans have popped up out of nothing, just like my amazing, carnivorous friend with the even more amazing arms. I am currently riding the crest and I’m hoping it is as infinite as the 800km long wave, Pororoca, that forms on the Amazon River. It doesn’t mean I’m without the normal fatigue, high heart rate, shaky hands and all the other fun stuff. It just means I am too distracted with my excitement about life at the moment to be distracted by the pesky symptoms.

Is this remission? I’m curious. I’ve heard about the elusive condition that involves little to no symptoms of chronic disease. Like a proper stereotypical anxiety sufferer, I am apprehensive about when it all ends, though. Even the Pororoca eventually dies down to nothing more than a ripple on the surface. I guess until then; surf’s up.