There, I said it. I hate fireworks. And I have a very good reason to now. I haven’t ever really cared too much for them (except for the big extravagant ones, of course, that are very far off in the distance), but after last night, I genuinely h-a-t-e them. It’s hard to write this, and I still feel pretty shook up about the whole thing, but I figured, it happened and I need to vent, so. I shall. But first!
So, how was your 4th of July? Mine was just great. It was actually probably my favourite get-together at my in-law’s to date. It was so much fun! The food was delicious! The company and conversations were great! And then. The fireworks came. And I got attacked by a rogue firework which burnt a hole in my gorgeous shirt. And then the happiness was over. Just like that. I just kind of need to vent about how much I DESPISE fireworks. You know, the super loud booming illegal ones that idiots get their hands on and then think it’s fun to play with on Independence Day? Yeah, those ones.
We were enjoying the night, Zack and I were sitting on a blanket on the front lawn, with everyone else in chairs near us, and one of said illegals somehow was lit wrong, or got knocked over by a neighbor and then, it just happened so quickly. All I remember is this firework exploding RIGHT AT ME. It was, without a doubt, the scariest experience of my life. It was loud and bright and I couldn’t get up fast enough. And I lost my hearing for an instant (so scary) and I ran into the house and a few people ran after me and checked to make sure my face was okay and inspected me, and thank God everything was, for the most part, just fine. Except I have never been that flustered and hysterical in my life.
The damage? Two holes burnt in my shirt, a small burn mark on my shoulder, and some of my hair was singed. Not too bad, but I’d say the emotional damage was (again- thank God) the worst bit of it. Talk about ruining what should have been a fun event. All because some idiots got their hands on something that they had no idea what to do with (don’t worry, Zack had some choice words for said idiots, which admittedly was pretty darn attractive, not gonna lie). I can’t stress enough how angry this makes me. I hate that the generic way to celebrate our country and our freedom (which is so precious!) is to get wasted and light shit on fire. NO. Just, no.
Anyway, that sucked. My hair’s okay, though. I’m okay though. My husband and his sweet family were all so good to me and genuinely concerned and made it much better. The neighbor came over and apologized and paid for my shirt, which was nice, but still didn’t make it okay.
So, that was my fourth. And that is why I hate fireworks.