But They Don't Love Me

I have been forced to conclude that I am by far the weakest link in the group when it comes to Escape Rooms.

It's taken about 5 or 6 times, but finally I am here to acknowledge publicly that I don't have what it takes to complete these things. 

My daughter and husband? On it. They stride about the room, proclaiming insightful observations about the various objects in the room and how they might be interconnected. They often have flashes of brilliance that lead to exciting breakthroughs and the next clue. 

Me? I am definitely TRYING to be insightful, but I tend to just sort of point out 1 or 2 slightly useful things, and that's about it. I think my biggest accomplishment on the last room was discovering that a picture frame could be opened up. Invaluable contribution, I'm sure. 

Sigh...

Not to mention I am absolutely terrible at combination locks. I have no idea why, but if my life depended on my skills to accurately and quickly line up 5+ lines of a combination lock, I would be not long for this earth. However, they are very popular in the escape rooms around here, and there is literally no way of winning without encountering at least 4 of them at a minimum. 

I love the idea of an escape room. A group of people working together to solve what is hopefully a fun mystery in a heightened reality. I say that because my very first escape room was a horror one where we had to solve the puzzles before a serial killer came back to his apartment. It was pitch black pretty much the entire time, and then occasionally the serial killer would "come home" and we had to hide inside closets and such. That was sort of fun but sort of not and I wouldn't recommend it for one's very first experience.  Add to that we all forgot our reading glasses and combining that with the lack of light, our progress was exceedingly hampered. 

I like to think of going to an escape room as being in my very own Miss Marple book but better. However, my linear thought processes are apparently very lacking and I often just sort of stand there, desperately trying to connect invisible (to me) dots. I keep getting invited to them, though, so I guess maybe I am just a fun person to have around despite my inferiority. At least, that's what I'm going to tell myself, anyway!

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