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When I was learning - a million years ago - my friends would laugh so hard as I floundered for the grab loops of their Lazers. I was certain I was dying and enraged at their good humor. Today, I laugh like a monkey on LSD when my beginner pals - in wide open water - give me those googly eyes, drenched in fear and sputtering for help, certain their lives are about to end.
It's kind of a personal highlight of kayaking. Especially when said paddler is all girded up from a week of pool sessions and not versed in moving water.
If I was there, I would have saved you and you would still be quite sore at me for laughing so hard as I did it. And I would have a pretty good story to regale you with at a later date. A story that would include your in-the-water lamentations and several references to your passionate use of a whistle. While in the water.
Sorry, didn't mean to laugh there.
I like the advice to sleep on it a bit. And the bit about being a little more careful in choosing your pals. Your friends were indeed lame. But they're rafters. You'll figure that out soon enough. Different tribes that share vibes.
But learning to "never trust people anymore." Well, that might be a bit over the top.
Also: before, inherent, freaked, premise. > end Sgt Spelling.
-j
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