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DSCN2925i used to hate the beach when i was younger.  i always complained it was too hot, sand burned my feet, the air tastes like salt, sand and salt got in a bunch of places and was hard to wash off, water’s dirty and full of seaweed, sometimes the sand is full of broken shells and it hurts to walk on it, sunburn, humid, a lot of people who look like their skin is made of leather to look at.  when you put it that way, the beach doesn’t sound like a great place to go.  however, it wasn’t until this beach trip, i actually enjoyed being on the beach.  i stayed in the shade, kept my flip flops on, didn’t really go in the ocean (water was still dirty and full of seaweed i’m sure), i slept, i read, i listened to music.  it was fun.  and i could see why people could stay at the beach for hours and hours.  where before, my threshold was maybe max 1 hour.

so what do you do at the beach?  i’ve come up with some categories people might fall into:

the lounger – i’ve turned into this person.  you’re just there to chill and relax.  you don’t have to get a tan.  you can if you want, but you don’t have to.  you’re just happy to be on the beach.  you have a good book with you, some music, maybe you want to work on your tan.  as long as it doesn’t involve movement, you’re fine.  your enemy is the activist.

the activist – while you’re on the beach, you want to do anything and everything you can: ride waves, throw the football, play catch, play paddleball, throw a frisbee, build a sand castle, run/walk to the nearest dock, etc.  as long as you keep moving, you’re fine.  the lounger doesn’t care what you do as long as you don’t include him or her in your activities.

fat man/older lady with really really heavy tan, like, unhealthily tanned – you don’t really care about skin cancer.  maybe you think if you just tan yourself like crazy for this one week you’re at the beach, it’ll last for the rest of your life.  one time i saw a really big man dig a really big whole in the sand and then plopped down in the sand and fell asleep.  people mistake your face for a leather purse.  nothing gets in your way of enjoying the beach besides massive sunburn and you don’t care who knows it.

the once-in-a-lifetime activist – you normally don’t play sports or swim or whatever, but just because you’re at the beach, you spring into action like you’ve been wanting to do those things your whole life.  sure you look a little awkward trying to catch a throw a football, and sure you can only hit the ball with the paddle one time making it impossible to play a game of paddleball with you, but hey, you’re at the beach!  and you wanna play what other people wanna play just this one time.  best-friend-of-the-moment to the activist.

the jogger – no one knows where you came from, you just appear out of nowhere and exit just as mysteriously.  people look at you and wonder how you can be running in such hot weather.  your tan is extreme, either super tan, or not at all.  you don’t normally have friends with you.  you’re a loner.  you’re a mystery.

what kind of beach-goer are you?


Written by enoch

July 7, 2009 at 10:16 am

Posted in social observation

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  1. 35% lounger 65% activist.

    you know what i didn’t like about the beach? the fact that you’re sticky and sandy on your way back home. i still don’t like it..


    July 7, 2009 at 1:24 pm

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