Reality of Paintball

We were queuing for a sort of paintball gun experience. I say 'sort of 'as it wasn't paint that the guns fired but real bullets.
I therefore took my time over the purchase of tickets, finding a locker, looking at the rules and getting kitted up.
It all seemed very complicated and the staff were none too helpful.
Then chaos began to break out and I wondered what was happening.
Then I realised that these events reflected what I was thinking.
Something like having a slow thought process, reluctant to face the truth, not actually being very clear as to what was happening then mind all over the place.
Not necessarily in that order.
Time to wake up.