I’m not a thrill seeker. (Jump straight to the movies!)
A buddy told me a story of ‘something crazy’ he did in high school. I thought I’d seen and heard quite a bit. Then he breaks out with:
‘A bunch of my buddies and I would split up into two cars. We’d get on the freeway and get up to about 90MPH. Then, we’d roll down the windows, and switch people between cars.’
Then he had the gall to ask me to give him a crazy story. I told him about a time I threw Crisco balls at a stop sign out in the country.
Felt like a prostitute at a pornography convention.
I’m not a risk taker either.
I had the 401k discussion with my bank. After a series of questions like, ‘Do you run with scissors?’, she assessed that I would be taking a more ‘conservative’ approach to my 401k than most. She also pointed out that ‘for my age’ that was silly, and it would be more appropriate for me to take a high risk route. She tried for a solid 10 minutes to convince me so. I refused. I think I even said, ‘slow and steady wins the race.’
Who the hell quotes ‘The Tortoise and the Hare’ when talking to a banker? Old dudes with Worther’s in their pockets that predate the Model-T say shit like that.
At the time of writing this, I am under 30.
Probably no surprise, but I haven’t been bungee jumping, skydiving, or curling. I almost always order medium spice thai food, and I prefer to lock the door to a second story balcony at my apartment.
Safety Sam is a nickname of mine.
And this is why I like horror movies.