I’m in an arcade with some people I know. Mel is there. There’s a track that’s laid out like you might see for slot cars. People are racing their food. You can get a rice dish or a pasta dish and then direct the mass of food around the track. I’m not really sure how someone wins and the races do end at a certain point. I start a race and I’m passing people and then the race ends. I’m sitting in front of my load of pasta with veges. I’m waiting for the employees to clear off old food and give out new food to people who want to race. There are people on either side of me and we’re pretty scrunched in. I’m looking around the room and at all the people, not paying much attention to anything in particular. When I look down, I realize that they’ve taken my food. I look at the guy next to me and ask him why he didn’t tell them that I was still racing. He just shrugs. I walk away exasperated with the people who took my food and the guy who didn’t prevent it. I walk to the front of the arcade and start looking for pinball machines. I find one that I’d forgotten about call “High Speed.” I’m pretty stoked to find it and start playing.
Present: I was at a party last night and I divided up the food for people to take home. I have been thinking a lot about pinball machines lately.
Past: I used to like to play more games.
Far Past: I used to love to play pinball.
Physically: I did like the food from the party and know that the veges were important for my body. I did want some turkey and didn’t get any.
Mentally: The aspect of who got what was a little competitive.
Emotionally: Maybe I was upset because I didn’t get the turkey so I quit playing. Probably the introverted part of me.
Spiritually: Taking care of myself after the upset by finding my healing quickly in High Speed.
Tags: arcade, food, pinball machine, race
