F Is for Friendship: Mazes in Your Head

“Change of plans,” Sarah Leah said. “We have to get rid of our original plan and come up with something that will get done quicker” ,F Is for Friendship: Mazes in Your Head,“Change of plans,” Sarah Leah said. “We have to get rid of our original plan and come up with something that will get done quicker”

F    Is    for    Friendship:    Mazes    in    Your    Head

 

L ast Succos my family took a trip to a farm. Hands down the most exciting part of the trip was the four-part corn maze that we stumbled through for two hours. For those who don’t know a corm maze is a walk through a tall cornfield with no signs pointing the way. There are just endless paths with lots of twists and turns and if you look forward backward or upward all you see are tall corn stalks. 

Good luck trying to find your way out which is pretty much the point of the maze to begin with.
Getting lost in corn mazes is supposed to be fun unless you’re like me who starts to panic when you can’t find your way out. Then corn mazes are not fun at all; they’re scary and claustrophobic and make me make me dizzy and nervous and kinda desperate to get out and feel like I’m going to throw up.
So I don’t plan on walking into any more corn mazes anytime soon. The problem is that right now I’m stuck in a different kind of maze and no matter where I turn I don’t know the right way to get out of it. 

The maze is in my head and in case you have no idea what I am talking about let me explain. Right now these are the thoughts running through my brain: 

Call Penina. Don’t call Penina. If you call Penina and apologize you’ll be admitting that you did something wrong and that will make her furious. If you don’t call her she’ll be furious anyway and possibly never forgive you. So call her. Don’t call he… and so on and so forth. 

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