Bullheaded

When I asked my sister to join the bro, the man, and me for paintballing, she said, "No thanks. I don't care to be a target for everyone else." I thought, "Lame. I always knew you were the weaker sister, no wonder why I'm mom and dad's favorite."



So we packed up gear and got ready to spend the day adrenalin filled and paint covered. As we arrived at the meeting place my tough exterior was beginning to melt.



The 30 some guys we were going to play with actually had a name (Strength and Honor) and a waiver to sign so we couldn't hold them liable when the welts we received turned into permanent contusions. They were dressed in full camo with packs and special gear.



Just in case you were wondering at my previous abilities... I'd shot a paint ball gun one time before- at a dumpster behind Shopko about 3 years ago. Also I don't play Halo until my eyes bleed. I don't pretend I'm at war with my girlfriends. And if you heard the sound I make for a machine gun you'd think I was having an epileptic seisure. These guys had the serious upper hand.



After a 20 minute drive where the man and the bro decide to psych me out by telling me how bad it hurts and that they would be shooting me throughout the day for fun, we finally arrived at the scene of the disaster.



The first game ended for me with my first wound, which didn't hurt as much as I was expecting. But I was still on the verge of tears from the intimidation.



The second game ended when I tried to run to the next rock, but as soon as I made my first step they lit me up, whilst yelling, "Got the girl! She's gone!" Oh yeah, did i forget to tell you I was the only girl who was playing? Me playing with a troop of male paintballers was like making a guy watch Grey's Anatomy and expecting him to understand when we cry at Merideth's house of candles.



I nearly cried twice today.



And so... I was done. I sat out the rest of the day trying my best to hold back my tears of defeat and cheer on my teammates.



I decided that my sister is the smart one and I am the bullheaded one that thinks I'm as tuff as the guys, when really all I accomplished today was being a target with a ponytail.