I have a 'note' on my facebook that answers this question perfectly
Here is a copy of my post:
Forget midterms! I'm paintballing, AGAIN, on Sunday and I'm about to tell you why.
I live my life at three hundred feet per second. Each day on the field is equal to a lifetime elsewhere. When the whistle screams with a silvery shrill, raw nerve and adrenaline guide me. I lurch forward and let the moment consume me!
Does this primal game baffle you, intrigue you? I would ask you to meet me, but you would not find who you think you are looking for. On the field I am someone else entirely. Or am I the same person in an untainted state? The real "me" doesn't exist anywhere but there. On the field "out there" doesn't exist, and as far as I can tell you don't either-- not yet.
When my day is over and I shed my painted, muddied clothes the pain and exhaustion begins to set in. Is it only that: pain? Or is it that part of me I am constantly rediscovering who is crying out, rebelling against my return to a more tame state?
I know you don't get it, and I don't expect you to. After all, it's only people running around playing over glorified tag, right? Right? If that's what you think then God help you because I sure can't.
PS: If you wanna see what this paintball nonsense is all about message me! I'd be glad to bring you along, show you the ropes, liberate you
So, that's why I play paintball and that's what's on my FB page, and I'm proud I said it...except for the "child please" part (it gets overused sometimes)
I sadly had to step away from the game I love for a few years, and though I haven't paintballed in quite some time now, and I desperately need to get back into the sport that I know I love and have a passion for...