Why I Quit Trying and Began Professional Crying

   There was this woman at the beach today who was trying paddle-boarding (not sure if thats what its called, but I mean the one where you stand on the surfboard with and manoeuvre around with a paddle) in a class with two other woman. She was struggling, to say the least, and I have never been able to relate to anyone so well in my life.
   She was the novice of the group, which became evident as soon as they set paddle as she lagged behind, obstructed by milds winds. The instructor glided along infuriatingly effortlessly with the other women who had clearly paddle-boarded before. They were wearing aqua-man style one-pieces, standing barefoot on their boards while our heroine stood hunched over trying with all her might to keep her balance. She probably didn't know how to dress appropriately for the class even. She wore clothes that she wouldn't mind getting wet, she had planned to wear a bathing suit, but upon trying on the garment, felt insecure and threw on a loose T-shirt and a pair of shorts too. She wore water shoes but felt silly as soon as she arrived and none of the other women were wearing them.
   So while the other women practiced steering, our lady watched as they glided further and further away as she attempted to make a 180 degree turn. The instructor too, seemed to be ignoring her, so after a couple of minutes fighting vigorously against the wind she gave up trying to do it on her own. She tried to look busy, paddling in circles a bit until the instructor finally came back to her, whereupon she fell in the water. She laughed, trying to brush off the mistake, commenting on the inconsistency of the wind patterns. At this point the other women floated over offering their friendly support and advice, which of course only made it worse for her. Skilled people are allowed to give unsolicited advice when they start sucking at things more.
   After a couple more plunges and half-hearted instructions, the woman finally manages to paddle out of the windy inlet into the area where the other women have been practicing. A friend approaches on shore to take pictures which are sure to be uploaded to Facebook despite our lady's pleas. She is soaking wet, and dressed dumpily; this is the last thing she needs right now. She also has no idea of how much time is left in the lesson. She's paying sixty dollars an hour after all. But she doesn't want to seem rude by asking the instructor for the time, so she entertains the idea of making up an excuse to leave early thought she knows she's in for the long haul. She resolves to stay -only because she has to- but begins working on a reason why she will never return.