feel the power. you know that rush you get? as you look down towards a fatty jump? or the one you get right before the roller coaster takes off, ready to tear apart your entrails? or how bout that fear kicking in as you prepare to skydive off a plane? none of that does anything for me. it doesn't make me feel better afterwards, even if i've emerged safe and giddy. i'm never like "wow, let's do it again!" the adrenaline rush isn't that exciting. or actually, it is that exciting, but i'm happier having never known that adrenaline rush.



i'm not too big on confronting my fears and conquering them. i prefer to cower meekly. yes, it's a shame, it's a pussy way to handle it. oh well. i'm not willing to dive off a platform just to conquer my fears. i know some people live for this adrenaline rush. it gives them a great sense of satisfaction to extend their boundaries, to see how far they can push themselves. me? i say, "go for it big boy, i'll call the ambulance and/or hand you the water at the bottom." some people want to be able to say that they did this or that once, even if they were piss drunk with fear. but no.



i'm safe. i'm staid. i'm, how you say in layman's terms, boring. but that's what you dig about me.